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. |