| Kra-kra-kra-faces in my capital are painted
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| Without pale, do not burn in front of police posts
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| Stroking the rings, passers-by are satisfied
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| Tsa! |
| Tsa-tsa-tsa! |
| Tsa-tsa-tsa-tsa, tsa-tsa!
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| Who is the first rays of the sun,
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| Who is the one that will not return,
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| Who simply because tomorrow will not wake up.
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| Shiny cars, gaudy shop windows
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| Big stores. |
| with a taste of rubber.
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| Mines are carried by citizens and citizens
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| Elderly viburnum in anticipation of death.
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| Polinas were seen eating raspberries,
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| For the purchase of margarine, of course, Marina.
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| Martini … Federico Firre
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| For those who believe that they are still alive
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| The wonderful properties of a drink made from wormwood.
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| The streets are flaunting, the cards are shuffling
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| Months begin, stairs climb
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| eyes above
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| Flowing from the roof. |
| Quiet, almost inaudible
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| Someone is breathing under the shower.
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| A man is marked by beautiful women.
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| Evening comes on the city
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| Meetings, movement longitudinally and transversely
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| And, most importantly, to always be everywhere, always noticed.
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| Desserts with the smell of bitterness
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| From morning to night
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| Without psychological help.
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| The beautiful stole all the hearts stole
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| Disfigured with crooked mirrors, skinned with hands, |
| They didn’t bring sadness, not usually, damn I will, they didn’t promise
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| Teenagers make sexual plans
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| In the gateways, criminal clans are born.
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| Mercury stains, closed factories.
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| There is not much fashion
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| Anyone knows this.
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| And in this ferment, |
| movement, awkward position
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| We live, however.
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| And every morning we leave the house
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| And we don't see anything wrong with that
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| I'm going to buy a convertible
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| (Eeeha-woo!) A car without a roof.
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| A car without a roof.
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| I'm going to buy a convertible
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| (Eeeha-woo!) Let my music be on the street
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| Hear louder, hear better.
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| I'm going to buy a convertible
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| (Eeeha-woo!) Drop dead red...
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| Called already agreed. |
| Salon on white leather.
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| I'm going to buy a convertible
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| (Eeeha-woo!) I'll go in the opposite direction,
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| I'll crush you, passerby, you hear.
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| Old dudes are used to good things:
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| Kisses at a meeting, spend an evening together.
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| It's easier with them, I know them...
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| Sex - never! |
| Only communication.
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| Very careful handling.
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| "Hello! |
| How is the most beautiful in the world doing?
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| And the eyes sparkled, and the smile is wider.
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| Everyone pays for himself in a cafe, |
| Everyone leads a marafet for himself.
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| Each has its own question and its own answer.
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| For everyone, every "Yes" means every "No".
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| But with. |
| scum, commonplace phrases, toilet jokes,
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| Infectious diseases, monotonous conversations,
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| The connections are impenetrable. |
| In short, dangerous roads.
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| You will never understand what is in their head:
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| One gyrus, or still two.
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| Do they know what feelings are?
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| Can they write the word "art" without errors?
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| Who are their dads and moms, why do they buy grams,
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| Which are brought from Panama and sold here (I checked it myself)
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| Surens and Arams-we-we...
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| We are going to sell a convertible
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| (Eeeha-woo!) Roofless car
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| Now it's completely without a roof
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| We are going to sell a convertible
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| (Iiha-uha!) Music, they took out a radio tape recorder near the entrance
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| No, you can't hear the music at all now.
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| We are going to sell a convertible
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| (Eeeha-woo!) Bought on white leather
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| Well, right now, the interior is on gray leather.
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| We're going to sell a convertible
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| (Eeeha-woo!) Let's go in the opposite direction...
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| And we are already going in the opposite direction.
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| Here he is, a passer-by! |
| Come on, push him! |