| I remember that maple that grew under my house
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| I remember they died like t * ari forever at the broken throne
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| Killed by schmal in the dead entrances of the old center,
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| Bird came back for this text...
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| There were flashes of memory in the eyes,
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| I remembered old friends, our old secrets
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| Old people who lived here in communal apartments
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| I smiled when I saw those neighbors that remained
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| It's like I hear those voices in Stalker time
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| Children's cries, salt devours the eyes.
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| This bitos still smears me on the porch
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| I understand that the second star is catching up.
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| In the hands of cold Tai chi so as not to die without moisture
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| There is a pen with a notebook in my pocket so that I can remember everything
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| I touch the walls, easily closing my eyes
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| Silently standing Bird remembers the names
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| There used to be seven of them, now there are ten
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| They have become only dust, now their names are carried by the wind
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| You don't have to promise if you can't quit,
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| Otherwise, you will stain your name with lies.
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| Chorus:
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| You don't have to blow if you don't need to talk a lot
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| No need to get into the swing so as not to move out later.
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| You don't have to blow if you don't need to talk a lot
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| No need to get into the swing so as not to move out later.
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| You don't have to blow if you don't need to talk a lot
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| No need to get into the swing so as not to move out later.
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| You don't have to blow if you don't need to talk a lot
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| No need to get into the swing so as not to move out later.
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| I quickly got out of the padik, raking my feet
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| I ran to the old school, memories
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| I was drowned out by flashes in the eyes of voices
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| The place where my journey began.
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| Childhood, youth, resentment, joy, sorrow
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| The loss of a friend chokes the first pain,
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| Still smears like a bitch this diss
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| Wet hands, pressure, hammering the temple
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| Tea no longer saves, you need something stronger
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| Checks, a couple of splashes and, of course, a rapper
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| Everyone quit, and here I am again at the beginning
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| Personally, the moon rushes me at night.
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| Cigarettes Parliament Extra Light,
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| I kind of fucked myself, Bird started to quit like that,
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| But this self-deception does not bother me
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| A hood on my face, I hide my eyes from passers-by, e-e-e-e. |