A bucket full of claims, life is like a wild Magyar
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I couldn't show it without a bale. |
And like Kipling Rudyard
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Picked up metaphors, because I did not lose this heat,
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But human souls are sometimes too fragile material
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Tears are for mothers, but fathers mother the essence of being
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Just to be and I was ready before for a drink
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Without five, poison would pour into a glass, but there is no development
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Among the pits. |
And the peak of my deeds is a panty of blankets
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Among the robes of those major withered and yellow
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Like a fallen leaf, Russian rap has become, and no one will light it up
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Time will bite in the ass, the pigs are fighting for the acorn
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God saves those who are safe, everyone thinks he is a conductor
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Moans, as in a burnt ward, from the corners of the country
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The sons are torn from the shackles to the howl of the homeland of call signs
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It's too late to whine, brace yourself, boys, having figured out the decoys
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When, if not now, and who, if not us?
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Time, like a knockout, let the fate roll
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From dawn to dusk, graters under a couple of accounts
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I rhyme, indulge the muse, the album is an indicator
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If Pithecanthropus does not understand, listen at least five times
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No comedies, my remedy is to spend the whole decade
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With a book, like a wise dean, meeting his fierce December
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Like Titanic without DiCaprio, Project without Lupercal
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No matter how we are reproached, we continue to move forward
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I didn’t know that everything would go so far, they would pull in a personal
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And if creativity is like honey - this is the same tar
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The beat will lead to such wilds that I'm like a windup
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I write everything and see in this a remedy for hopelessness
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The curtains are drawn again, no one will come in at three o'clock
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The text is still slightly rough and needs to be combed
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It’s better to do it yourself, measuring it on the scales so as not to get into trouble
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Carefully enter your lines into this ensemble of words
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I am one of those hacks who value meaning, not brilliance and show off
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You can’t dance to these beats at the hot places, and proudly
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That he did not put honor on bargaining, gloomy, as if a forest near the mountains
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Yes, I am for technological progress, as if Belphegor,
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But not the epigon of primates with the cult of caps and chains
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This is the epilogue, it's easy to lose face now
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Without condemnation of the lashes, I want Australopithecus
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Mike would have put it off, figuring out that he was busy with the wrong thing
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Time, like a knockout, let the fate roll
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From dawn to dusk, graters under a couple of accounts
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I rhyme, indulge the muse, the album is an indicator
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If Pithecanthropus does not understand, listen at least five times
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No comedies, my remedy is to spend the whole decade
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With a book, like a wise dean, meeting his fierce December
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Like Titanic without DiCaprio, Project without Lupercal
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No matter how we are reproached, we continue to move forward |