| Show biz, zashib, zashib, show biz.
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| Hey, I see you are settled,
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| Shut everything up, silence
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| I appeal to you, showbiz,
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| Maybe I can take it just as deftly
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| Write to blondes
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| Stupid book about the ruble.
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| Oh, I'm tortured by the loot, I'm so bored,
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| Problem on problem, the verta turned off,
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| Ferrari won't start, the whole cartier was stolen,
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| Oh, I'll go to Nice, how you've made me sick.
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| Or become a hairdresser, but send everything to hell,
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| And sing unexpectedly
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| Something very unexpected
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| For everyone to throw up their hands
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| And without knowing it themselves, in one voice to him -
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| Seryozha, maybe you could cut your hair better.
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| Yes, it's definitely better, cut in all ways,
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| Show business stands firm, asks no questions.
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| If you want, in the form of a reality show for old people and teenagers,
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| Which is simply impossible to watch without cigarettes.
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| Fuck and build a house, that's two tasks
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| Which poorly perform two dozen losers.
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| And you sit by the fire and tell the viewers,
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| What Nastya saw Sam and Lena in the morning.
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| And people send SMS, saving whom it is not enough to kill,
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| And the prom queen is on the cover of a magazine.
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| But it's better to be a chick and preferably with boobs, |
| I would then work only under the threat of a gunshot.
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| Maybe I and three of my friends sang in the group,
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| And they would give birth in a circle, replace each other.
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| But I would have left the group or I would have been asked,
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| Suddenly I would become the best heifer in Russia.
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| Well, I acted in a movie a couple of times so that they wanted me a lot,
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| So that my la-la-la in a cafe in Sochi would be voiced.
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| Or come from afar without teeth,
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| To break through to the stage so that many without showing off
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| They called an ordinary Siberian ugly handsome man,
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| And all the heifers of the country would want to give themselves,
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| Take you and not break off
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| And also start stupidly dressing up as a woman.
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| The character is fictional, coincidence, accident,
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| And from this, listen, it becomes even sadder.
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| Where are my heroes, at least one, respond,
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| And there is silence around, about show business around.
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| Hit it, showbiz, showbiz, hit it.
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| Hit it, showbiz, showbis, hit it.
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| Estrada is always so happy
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| Scandals, fights there, cool marriages,
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| There is a mustachioed romantic, a simple khokhlushka
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| And everything seems to be fine, but suddenly, bang, bang.
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| She goes to the jock in the deep darkness of the stripper, |
| And he tries rap, but it turns out porn.
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| I apologize for such treatment,
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| I just have a feeling
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| That I don't have one disgust
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| From these dandelion boys
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| From their earrings, from their eternal bows,
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| From chubby producers
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| That these same boys are being used.
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| To drive around the country, to receive fees,
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| To turn the channels, to raise the loot,
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| In general, they need little
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| Oops, not in the hip-hop part
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| As they say, not in our line.
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| The characters are fictional, coincidence, chance,
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| It's better to be a goalkeeper
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| On the Russian football team.
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| True, karma is worse, but always in chocolate,
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| To training in Lamborghini,
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| From a strip bar by taxi.
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| No, well, what, he passes for great Russia,
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| Do not promise sum, do not promise prison,
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| To be honest, I myself am from the same shit.
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| I took and stupidly caressed everyone I see in the neighborhood
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| And even recorded so that you could hear
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| To then sell, like show business itself,
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| And okay, don't care, as long as I get hurt.
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| Hit it, showbiz, showbiz, hit it.
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| Hit it, showbiz, showbiz, hit it. |