| OU 74.
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| Do not breathe on me, melancholy, otherwise you will extinguish the flame,
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| Again, you will have to cut routes for flowers.
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| Let the hucksters cry, and we keep our nose to the wind,
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| Look, they made your carriage rattle with the bottoms.
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| Smoke City, you can call us Rap City!
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| Proud of the name, and you will not move us, the roots are in the ground there,
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| Let's raise the flag so that it can be seen from the other world, to all our brothers!
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| And either rain, or tears,
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| Either they will douse us, or they will drown us under the beat of these thunderstorms.
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| What is the result of the undertakings, we are in a quiet room, -
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| The windows and the door are locked—we are beating even harder now.
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| Brothers, what fates can be in practice,
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| Painted in blood in the contract, the partak will remain now.
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| This is the reason why drunk people fight in the tavern.
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| Tell me, would you like to see them like this?
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| They don't believe in uni, now it's a utopia
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| When people want good, but not its likeness.
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| They are looking for a miracle, being themselves a miracle,
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| Hearts are full of life, and some are full of rubber.
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| My first memorized text was a prayer,
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| The first written was a declaration of love for you.
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| Now our styles shine like cats | 
| Being a cool rain among the Atacama sands.
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| Everything is going according to plan, errors have been reduced to a minimum,
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| Inner peace matches the exterior.
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| To death - with fearlessness, to life - with meticulousness,
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| A sumptuous verse placed over the music.
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| This is our history, Chelyabinsk, the air is bitter,
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| At the traffic lights, the racks shake in bass.
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| Every day we need something from engines,
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| But these figures are from ours, like devils flee from incense.
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| Just don't breathe on us, melancholy, recklessly,
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| From people in actions, a migraine at the temple is fraught.
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| How much do we have left?  | 
| Will we take out up to a hundred?
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| Remembering sad songs with a smile on your lips!
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| It's like nostalgia - it will touch you to the depths,
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| Like ice water filled palms on the face.
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| In business, the main thing is not to stop,
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| Dad will be proud of me there, and at home mom will rejoice.
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| Do not breathe stunted melancholy, stench with fumes,
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| When will this naive fellow get rid of a * uy -
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| Like, where is the moral?  | 
| So they take turns shuffling her.
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| Isn't it time to slippers in hand and click?
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| Don't touch, it's not yours!
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| Such greed and resentment cannot be cured even by mumiyo. | 
| Will I live to see her gray hair?  | 
| Oh, friends, hello!
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| Sincerity will shed green light from the eyes on you!
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| They betrayed the idea, and it sobs excitedly.
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| From hell to heaven - the flight is not so important,
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| One consolation - my beloved is waiting for me!
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| Our Father, Thou art in heaven!
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| We are not one of those who will be You, breaking the forehead,
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| Asking for what we can do ourselves
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| Moving on the path, feeling your touch;
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| We know that you will forgive us.
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| And the burden is lighter, there is courage to say more,
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| Than the dullness of these everyday life on the grains of sand, folded into the sands.
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| The living word snatches us from the paws of anguish,
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| When looking around, they no longer saw a single thing!
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| What is not for the future, I will throw off, leaving all the pain in the past!
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| The cornerstone at the base, I will continue from it
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| Build a fortress on the ruins of a collapsed building.
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| What is more precious, the act of creation or the fact of creation?
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| Our Father, Thou art in heaven!
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| Juice flows down the lips of those who nevertheless tasted the fruit.
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| Let's get the poison out of mortal bodies, I believe we have enough strength!
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| The fire that warms us inside, in the name of all Saints! |