| I took apart my thoughts,
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| Didn't see the point in life
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| I did not see the meaning in the faces of loved ones,
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| He prayed, at night he wrote texts about their deeds,
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| And he made a bunch of extra ones.
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| At eighteen wife, daughter Nika - strawberry,
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| Famously I then walked, home at five and sleep,
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| What caress? |
| I don’t even have the strength to piss, your mother.
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| Again, the scandals have already got, like there is no work,
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| Who, tell me, needs such a you?
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| Yes, to no one, I myself know and I don’t care,
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| Potatoes on the gut, Garik in the pocket,
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| There are scales and someone's cash on the table.
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| I didn't play with guns, didn't teach Pushkin,
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| But once I wanted to open up in my soul, not in jest
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| I prayed to God, asked to open the road,
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| To the pure light, the radiant sun,
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| I ran barefoot through the puddles
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| And he loved to wallow in the snow in the winter cold
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| I prayed to God, asked to open the road,
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| To the pure light, the radiant sun,
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| I ran barefoot through the puddles
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| And he loved to wallow in the snow in the winter cold
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| Pale:
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| Cigarette butts from the balcony with tracers,
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| The circulatory system is dotted, traces,
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| For 8.9 meters per second, a person becomes meat.
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| No one's to blame, that's how the circumstances
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| You are an adult, you understand everything yourself,
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| It's just such a new version of Tetris
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| On a non-material level
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| And there will be a place for everyone who falls,
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| They say a fire burns at the bottom, but you can't get warm,
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| And burn out only to no avail.
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| Pulled the hood deeper over the baseball cap,
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| Turned around and went
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| Crackling the fragments that are stuck in the heart,
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| Forgive me, save me, my Father...
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| I prayed to God, asked to open the road,
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| To the pure light, the radiant sun,
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| I ran barefoot in the summer through the puddles
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| And he loved to wallow in the snow in the winter cold
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| I prayed to God, asked to open the road,
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| To the pure light, the radiant sun,
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| I ran barefoot in the summer through the puddles
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| And he loved to wallow in the snow in the winter cold |