| While there is no god on the street - I live,
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| I breathe poison, I sleep badly at night.
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| While he is gone, I watch what is happening in the huts,
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| Remembering the screams of yellow people in the murdered wards.
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| While the angels sleep in the heavenly thickets,
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| In my dreams, those who left call me more and more often.
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| While demons roam in the twilight of the day
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| People are dying like flies, killing themselves.
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| Behind seven locks on a beast with seven horns,
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| Someone melts a spoon in it with seven points of water and a light beige stone.
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| Mother's milk is yellow-green.
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| Flattened cheekbones, the sound of wheels like wind music.
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| Pieces of memory from last night
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| Life is the face of a black cat.
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| Faces from the screen make grimaces,
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| Demons to power, demons to put and?
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| While the angels are sleeping and God has not come,
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| The show will run, it's a hell of a show.
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| It's a hell of a show
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| Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt
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| After all, you won’t get used to it from once - it’s cool.
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| Don't twitch, you're bothering me,
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| Yes, don’t ss, don’t lean back, I’m rummaging around in this.
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| Well, yes, I'm thumping
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| I smoke a pack of cigarettes a day, but I do nonsense.
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| Here in the area I'm cutting it down, listen,
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| And it's cool with this topic, I see you, it's covering you.
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| But something is pricking into myself, it plays a point for me,
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| I've been afraid of these injections since childhood, who the fuck knows.
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| And in general, I avoided these jokes for life,
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| But you are cool along the way, as if you are flying.
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| And the pupils went behind the eyelids and tremble,
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| And, fuck, you're not even fucking happy about this.
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| What kind of thrill is this? |
| I saw a kid in the yard under this,
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| He ran barefoot in the snow. |
| I thought what kind of people, people?
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| Yes, I don’t piss, it freezes somehow, at least for a buzz,
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| I am greedy like an autumn leaf on the pavement of the Arbat.
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| Listen, really, it's really cool that fucked up,
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| And then the guys over there are already vomiting and itching like animals.
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| When such masters, I no longer know
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| Should I become an apprentice?
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| Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt
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| After all, you won’t get used to it from once - it’s cool.
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| Don't twitch, you're bothering me,
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| Yes, don’t ss, don’t lean back, I’m rummaging around in this. |