- In Chelyabinsk, two people were killed during a clash on one of the local
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cemeteries
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- Shooting on the night streets of the city of Nizhnevartovsk - this will be our first
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material
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Mother didn't want me to be a drug addict and a thief
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It would be enough for her that I am educated, with a diploma
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A hard worker, a housekeeper, the collar is always washed,
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But my craving to be ugly is stronger than anything else
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Let's look into the past!
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10 years ago, house cats come up with a new plan
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Madness lives in the eyes, we pull the bazaar everywhere
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The ego is inflated to the scale of a quasar
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Trash kid, well, what have you become?
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Fuck, do you remember the faces of our brothers?
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Shards of the 90s, who taught us how to walk?
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To achieve more, Vartovsk will be pulled into a loop
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And for so long we did not know where to go to us
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Alyosha is on the horizon, there is more shit here than in Noni Zondi's ass
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They bring spoons, for us they are like exotic,
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And in summer we spend more time under an umbrella
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Than fucking Mary Poppins fucking
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Hold the serve, homie
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I remember how with the right team we flooded the corridors with blood
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Our former Kents stood in a column
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And we fucked them so that Stalin was pleased,
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But yes, it hurts, I'm not running for the glory of a hero,
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But they themselves are to blame, because they ruined their health
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Thousands of ignorant ones who smoked shit
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And we flew to the last, until many went to prison
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Syndicate of the rude knead your corpse
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Snitch, you're like a pussy, noob, and here's the proof
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A codon will rush to you in bruises
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We will swing like
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Syndicate of the rude knead your corpse
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Snitch, you're like a pussy, noob, and here's the proof
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A codon will rush to you in bruises
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We will swing like
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I'm not proud of what they did years ago,
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But to this day, we are driven by excitement as a result
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And we are all the same underdogs, damn it,
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But our music now brings down not only in basins
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I'm not proud of what they did years ago,
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But to this day, we are driven by excitement as a result
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And we are all the same underdogs, damn it,
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But our music now brings down not only in basins
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If in conscience, life is knurled
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The street cherished like a cap's teeth
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Boards were melted near the shore
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I understood a lot thanks to my brother
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My parents only wanted the best for me
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Who the child will become in the end is a matter of chance
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While the nerds were studying, we walked
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Raised by the street, raised in the hall
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This is how the steel was tempered here
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Russian alcohol, Kazakh shmal
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Fuckers, to the stall for tobacco, march step by step
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Respectful attitude towards elders
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Further more, higher, wider
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The main thing is to find yourself in this world
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Crystal fresh in their own way
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Everything is in openwork here, a thriller without lyrics
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I'm not proud of what they did years ago,
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But to this day, we are driven by excitement as a result
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And we are all the same underdogs, damn it,
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But our music now brings down not only in basins
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I'm not proud of what they did years ago,
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But to this day, we are driven by excitement as a result
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And we are all the same underdogs, damn it,
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But our music now brings down not only in basins |