So we live this air is polluted by factories
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we are waiting for heat from the horizon
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in the heart of the arrows of the almighty sun
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to everyone who is frozen and laughs with fear
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guards of the order corrupt mines
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the devils in power are insolently drowning
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tightening the noose around the neck and the will
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here the collar of the mongrels but here we are in the hole
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we will be alive and we will fuzhit
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you are not offended by life, you dick proskish
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what drives us if not taken seriously
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to the inscriptions on the buildings, my friend
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we're on the intrigue we're looking for
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we read books we read waking up without money
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didn't feel like a beggar
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bro, I'm hungry from the road, pouring more - into the cap
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and while I pass the time with verses of mora
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notebook rod is getting stronger
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like the spirit, faithful faith will help
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wrinkle the power of darkness and punish the servants of hell
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and while we pass the time with couplet morai
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notebook rods are getting stronger
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blowing smoke and rhymes into the wind
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we know a new tomorrow is coming from dawn
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with a cry in their hearts something to change
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threads are woven from pen to paper
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each verse is like a new round
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God sees on a ball, I see a lot in this
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crowds rise to this sound
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I raise smoke from the bottom with a glass flask |
we hammer and you can't take away this right
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lihavy in power in fear of falling
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as long as there is a pulse on the left wrist
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and I will not take part in your game
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I am devoted to the idea and those will support me
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who sees the light moving through the darkness
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and while I pass the time with verses of mora
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notebook rod is getting stronger
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blowing smoke and rhymes in the wind
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I know a new tomorrow is coming at dawn
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and while we pass the time with verses we moan
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notebook rods are getting stronger
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blowing smoke and rhymes into the wind
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we know a new tomorrow is coming from dawn
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I will write someday a book about what I saw
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how rotten this world we are on intrigue
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change something but not in her and not in him amiga
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and from the inside this rhythm does not end
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see for yourself it's a rhetorical question
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how much was left taken seriously by the old man
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in a moment for your history to feel somewhere in the chest
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a - heart rate
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while the flame burns bright in the eyes of the poet
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yell at the top of your lungs yell that you're alive and fight for it
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with all my heart but do not rush to heaven
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without leaving a trace here breathe against lies
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against common delirium
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Yes, faith and truth will not let you crush you with misfortune in what you are devoted to |
a new tomorrow is coming from dawn
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and while we pass the time with couplet morai
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notebook rods are getting stronger
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blowing smoke and rhymes into the wind
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we know a new tomorrow is coming from dawn
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Rus' is my Rus', I prus from you
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I can’t figure out sadness in your heart
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I'm here I'm staying
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drunken Russia I can't judge you
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but I won't get drunk today
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with the boys stomped on the bars
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and let me be saturated with the poison of a tank city
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all fuck with me next to friends
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I know these paths by heart
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from behind the corner under the hood I will draw
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against the backdrop of sunset shit hid
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flew to please his brother back and forth
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Chelyaba order creative mess
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posters pitaq a dozen notebooks
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and so do you
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and the guys from TGC
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in micro streams of rollovers without misunderstandings and filmed as it should
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and while we pass the time with couplet morai
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faith strengthens notebooks
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so we live, read and write about it
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we know a new tomorrow is coming from dawn
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and while we pass the time with verses we moan
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notebook rods are getting stronger
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blowing smoke and rhymes into the wind
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we know a new tomorrow is coming from dawn |