The card is not played, it's still yours, honey
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You and me, but all your sadness cannot be sculpted in stone
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You are the only one from Kalik to Vladik, an eternal lighthouse
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Millions of souls that were born somewhere in these parts
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They can solder the terms of flight here, rolling in the mud
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Names of heroes that are famous in past battles
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Nakalyakav slander, shove deeper all the gag
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From the Neva to the Yauza, everything is divided into shares
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And who cares here? |
Look at these patricians
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Just a miserable odnushka, and soon thirty
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Drunken neighbors, the smell of the toilet, shouting: "Police!"
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What do we dream about, the sky is clear, to hell with ambition
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Grow a belly, staring at the tables on the monitor silently
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We were told that they would urinate in toilets and urinate,
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But not those, and the shadow is here on the face, we hit the target
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Organs, And every day the alien accent is stronger
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Here on the street the percentage of those whom we were yesterday is growing
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Seen on the news armed in the mountains,
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And today "with a bang" the aura of malice is growing
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And sometimes the desire to quit everything and move beyond the Urals
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But there is a hole, deodorant will not save you from the stink
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It is necessary to cut the tumor, do not wait until the cancer is finished
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Under the blow of a knife, a submissive ram will substitute his throat
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The apparatus began to punish the authorities, so it's time
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And this cunning uncle who will come to the department
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Scan with a glance and let you do nothing
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An alarm beacon will squeak sadly in my head
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The case was transferred to their department, now it's their business
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It started, according to conscience, those who see all the dirt live
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Ready to break the wrists of those who did not humble themselves
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Knock out inquiries, but understand very clearly
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Who remained true to the principles, and who was a bitten scum
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That she's ready to fawn over stripes or stars
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Well, of course, you have to feed your family, update your daughter
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Her photograph is in your pocket, you can see you love it very much,
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And you beat off the kidneys of someone this very night
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Look into the eyes of your children and tell them the whole truth
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“How did it happen, dad? |
Eh?”, conscience for salary
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Principles for promotion, sounds disgusting,
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But on the other hand, the former ensign tries on the major of the star
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But later, when he knocks out all the valves of anger then
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Maybe you will understand how the gentlemen spat on you
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The faithful dog drowns his eyes in tears, having caught a kick in the ass
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Who are you for and what do you represent yourself
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Abandoned by the owners that they will dump for the cordon
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fight? |
for whom? |
your cash colored cardboard
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Values are dust and the turn gets the result
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Having exchanged with those who were at the feet yesterday
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Chorus:
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Vesy will be covered with snowdrifts, and your tombstone
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Will not be dug into the ground that he ruined during his lifetime
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You can't take profits with you to the afterlife
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What is it like to live and know that they will not be remembered with a kind word |