Black Kruzak in the snow, rides as if on a trail
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Just a couple of brass knuckles, and we put out the light for them
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Fading
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Ashes fell on the snow, their roots go into the ground
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After all, if the ashes fly up
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The fire leads this camp into the sky
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The caravan goes along the steppe
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The caravan will reach both in the rain and in thunderstorms
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He sees everything in both, a little flash on the side
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He immediately goes into the air
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He does not expect prayers in his eyes
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There is darkness and it won't rise if it's bad
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He goes and always screams
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Their cry will not be able to flatten the wheels
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And outside the city there is only
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Cold and evil, Siberian press
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And who is the wolf here, only the forest speaks
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There was a fracture, bust here
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It's called normal stress.
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After all, how many times in my life have I seen a slope
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Flew down to pick up acceleration
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Sticking more crosses into the ground
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In memory of that day, which is 1000 dreams
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Will 1000 banknotes be enough for me
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Suspend, broski is ready to blow
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It's like taking this train off the rails
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Throws ready to fire, you can't take him by surprise
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Center shooter like Mozgov
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Their ashes will go to the clouds
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Black Kruzak in the snow, rides as if on a trail
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Just a couple of brass knuckles, and we put out the light for them
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Fading
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Ashes fell on the snow, their roots go into the ground
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After all, if the ashes fly up
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The fire leads this camp into the sky |