Rivers of people flow through the veins of the streets
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We are the blood of the city
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At the crossroads of different paths
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There again shed - the blood of the city.
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Someone on what, and someone under what, and someone was left with nothing
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Are there many who know what's what, but no one knows why
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In this gray mess of walls, people are like children in a network of systems.
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But at the same time, in this darkness, we will still survive.
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Higher-higher temp even higher than oven temperature
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Asphalt melts - the city is hot, at any time of the day
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The city is in full swing - traffic jams are clogged with kilometer blood clots
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And everyone is running, running, running, running, but why is everything worth it. |
Hey!
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Rivers of people flow through the veins of the streets
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We are the blood of the city!
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At the crossroads of different paths
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Shed there again! |
Blood of the city!
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This blood is thicker than water.
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Rivers of people flow through the veins of the streets
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We are the blood of the city!
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At the crossroads of different paths
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Shed there again! |
Blood of the city!
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Blood flowed through the veins of the street.
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Painted on the cover of my passport
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Lit up with garlands of stop signals on the lines of transport
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Blood! |
Appeared on the concrete with veins of neon phrases
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Like broken blood vessels on the whites of tired eyes
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How many peoples and races are ground with this huge mixer
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Moskvavilon devours thousands of new residents every hour
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Vagabonds and millionaires, bandits, policemen
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Guest workers, natives flow through arteries and veins
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Who is a leukocyte from them, and who is a deadly virus
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It looks like the plus and minus have been swapped here.
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Symptoms there is a terrible disease struck the body
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But the city doesn't need to treat her in her all his life
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Rivers of people flow through the veins of the streets
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We are the blood of the city!
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At the crossroads of different paths
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There again shed - the blood of the city.
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This blood is thicker than water.
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Rivers of people flow through the veins of the streets
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We are the blood of the city!
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At the crossroads of different paths
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There again shed - the blood of the city!
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This blood is thicker than water.
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Years fly by.
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Seems like it's forever
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No no no I don't believe
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That staying here is our destiny.
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Look around - you see time will not return
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We choose the path, we choose life closer to the sun.
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Doesn't help - no! |
no one will help us fight.
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It's hard for yourself, it's hard for others to admit everything.
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We are always running somewhere
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Afraid of not being able to return
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Shine of gold, lies of pathos
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Caught in a trap - no way out
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We bare our teeth - for no reason
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Anger, hatred, pain - that's it
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From the wounds torn by bullets
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Fountains of the blood of the city
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Rivers of people flow through the veins of the streets
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We are blood!
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At the crossroads of different paths
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There again shed - blood!
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Rivers of people flow through the veins of the streets
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We are the blood of the city!
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At the crossroads of different paths
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There again shed - the blood of the city.
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This blood is thicker than water. |