You are so cool, you grabbed everything on the fly
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In new Nikes through the foliage that flew off the maples in autumn
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Along the avenue, having fun, depicting two lovers
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The lave ran out and the remote access was cut off
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Ale-male, hello to the stray, without any background
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I would lay down on the ground to hug that distant sky
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Two years ago I stopped passing nicotine through the lungs
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I believe in dreams and that flights are possible in reality
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A whole ocean of "scorched" checks and wreaths on sweaters
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In the evening at the computer, an empty room, contact and coffee
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Outside the window is the world of vegetables, but I somehow don’t care about it
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The office is waiting for them in the morning, well, I'll wake up somewhere around noon
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The path has not been passed, fuck it, it seems that the right vector has been found
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Anya will be replaced by Lena, Lena Katya, Katerina Nadia
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There is sometimes a hassle for years, and sometimes for a day
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Don't shit where you live and don't live where you shit
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T-shirt, stadik, crosses, cap, boys and padik
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For a year now, I look like an adult uncle
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Love that old sound classic like hell
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We are moving forward to the dream and who would have spoiled us there
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Troubles will fall into the dust right under the soles of our Cortez
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One needs bloopers, bonaqua and piezo to be happy,
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And I only need you and a narrow circle of friends of interest
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Kolovrat on your T-shirt is like a twin of heaven
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Were in batches, but I couldn’t imagine instead
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Your eyes are strangers, because sometimes there is no one to share with
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Drugans on trips for "meat", alcohol trash from local gopars,
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And I'm writing everything here by the light of lanterns
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The flag of hope is flying in the wind, the Gazelles will come in the morning
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I will look for you in the neighborhoods immersed in greenery
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And universal sadness will erase universal fun
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I will give you the right to decide where the two of us will settle
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You remember exactly, like me, the meaning of those very words
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One love among the heads completely clogged with rubbish
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Realize that you need to do as it fell on your soul,
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But leave time to have time to say about the most important thing
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So many plans, someone is bass in the player again,
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And life is so short and inevitably creeps like a whitefish,
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But thank you for being among those endless winters
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Who knew that one day it would hit me so hard... |