You don't understand where we come from
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Year after year, guessing everything, guessing
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More hype for yourself, femme
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Haita, flame, where is that flame
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What is ready to oppose us at least something?
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We are not against leaving you out of work ...
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And you, bitch, thought I couldn't do that?
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Like, screams, squares, crown, strobas -
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Is that all that I have accumulated over the years for you?
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But no matter how, exhale and don't high
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Us, because this genre is not yours and not ours
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And fuck the craftsmen go
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…(no…) This is not Chianti
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Do not wince, son, I am your subconscious -
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A wreath of thorns, a thirst for recognition ...
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We run to nowhere in a dark circle
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And we long to take this scene to our hands
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And we see how you, having learned the price of circles
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You decide to give up, forgetting about the bail ...
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Yes, we don’t feel sorry for you, the space DDoS’it us
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And I become little by little steel,
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But everyone who can, let the music quit,
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And I condole with everyone else
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Who will find himself in the underworld
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And with hellish labor to rise to the bottom ...
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But if we miraculously die not today
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Then we can finish a fragment of the canvas, and
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Any path to success leads to emptiness -
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We will show this with a personal example
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For a long time we are not here for the akathist
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Without seeing the script, we play in the premiere ...
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And your path to success leads to emptiness
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Look at others who still believe in themselves
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And no one cares what we are all here for
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As long as they are ready to shoot at the premiere...
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This is the d7-d5 opening, and time has turned back here
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Try to figure out why again
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Here everyone stuck around the pedestal and yearn for a leader, yes, here he is
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You see what I have become, but not how much I worked...
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And I don't know how to explain to you what music is
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And why are the obsessed in the top, keep my regalia
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Hold my emotions, hold all my pain
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But just don't hold me, see you in Valhalla and
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We called time for a fight and are afraid to play a draw with him ...
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Therefore, we run away from here ... away ...
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Others have more medals than
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To others, to whom, these pains were not given
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Create yourself, express, break, burn
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Moreover, they gave us a beckoning stronger ...
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Than household children
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What have grown into their nests
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Through hundreds of paths
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I brought something, yes
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In blood up to the elbows
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Yes, grumbling and robe left at the entrance
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On the track Europe, here the crowds are on edge
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By role we lead them with flutes to the abyss
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We enter passwords, changing the style to the grave
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We will fuck with everyone on the shoulder
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After all, these layouts are known to both:
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Damascus steel and barrels without clips
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I'm just stronger, and where I won't fly
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I'll go around everyone there, I don't need to scare you
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After all, everyone will take as much as they can carry.
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I'm just stronger, my flow is a cannonade
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And yes, only those who are able to carry will be lucky
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Any path to success leads to emptiness -
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We will prove this with a personal example
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For a long time we are not here for the akathist
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Without seeing the script, we play in the premiere ...
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And your path to success leads to emptiness
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Look at others who still believe in themselves
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And no one cares what we are all here for
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As long as they are ready to shoot at the premiere...
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Any path to success leads to emptiness -
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We will show this with a personal example
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For a long time we are not here for the akathist
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Hating the script, we play in the premiere ... |