| What is my age, my day, about the blood track,
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| Half a million lines is text.
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| Eternal signal from these poor huts,
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| These cry, entrenched judge who is here.
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| The wilderness is rocking with fences,
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| Along the pipes, look, ivy stretches.
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| Poison garden, poisonous steam
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| Somewhere out there, the wounded husband welded the cube again.
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| Bewitched bedlam soaked in benzo
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| Tell me it's better not to see anyone there?
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| I again arrived in these steppes girded with a carbine,
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| Fascinated by the world-legend.
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| Here the wind sings, sits in the corners,
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| A familiar wind sings: "Come here"
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| There, Philip, buried from the pages, is already waiting,
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| And here everything falls into place.
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| There is baseball - a skull all in chips and angrier
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| Visible dogs are a mixture of resins.
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| Rap about the era of slaves, tin, bottom, death, pain -
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| I haven't said all the words yet.
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| Seemingly alive, but as if in a PSP,
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| And the new game over tells me: "Boy, you are dust!"
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| While someone is being led into the darkness by the left,
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| Others are accepted by B.I.G.
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| And somewhere there, far away, across the river,
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| Far away, across the river, where is another town;
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| My dear end.
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| I haven't been there for a hundred years.
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| I know my house burned down there a long time ago.
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| There even lies my gloomy skeleton -
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| In the land of those fields, but I didn't want him to die.
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| And I'm sick, ma, I'm sick, ma,
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| By the will of the reptile who pricks a poppy for himself.
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| I arrived here again, where the plague reigns,
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| And the yards are silent, and the houses are burning.
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| How long have I been here...
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| Tell me, how long did you run in delirium?
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| Already the wind, bitch, spring blew,
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| And winter threw a veil after it.
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| Chorus:
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| I stepped into this old square, the scorched garden, the poisoned temple.
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| And as if I didn’t go anywhere, because these casemates were left here like that.
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| Bottom Drifter! |
| I disintegrate like a Cyborg; |
| and fly away for miles -
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| And her hand weaves a sign for me:
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| Burn, burn, burn with fire, that picture where we are together.
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| That beast that does not recognize, so let him pay me now for everything!
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| My eye sees the pit
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| I was a diger, I used to dig there.
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| Apparently I didn’t forget - this is a tribute to the years.
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| I go over the moves in my mind: this and that.
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| Along the waste heaps are my tracks.
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| To get out of here, yesterday I prayed to the Saints.
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| But he changed his mind and hung up, and forgot, and took to drink,
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| And I began to sniffle, instantly grabbed the * izd.
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| The bar is buzzing, darkness inside, dirt and smoke,
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| Outside is my broken barguzin.
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| I plunged everything that is mine into his belly,
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| Drank and ate. |
| Ignorant, skip it.
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| I gained strength or got blue.
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| The head forgets all slides, pictures.
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| Like autumn leaves, they are thrown on the floor.
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| I still remember us naked, barefoot.
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| Beads on the chest, lips, eyes, you. |
| Don't wake up anymore
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| Don't ask inside, bitch, stop whining, go to the past.
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| Harbor of evil without burden limit,
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| Where my scepter was buried. |
| Meet and go.
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| Chorus:
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| I stepped into this old square
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| A scorched garden, a poisoned temple,
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| Fringe marriage, wrong step.
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| Sleep Wanderer! |
| I'm disintegrating like a cyborg!
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| And fly away for miles; |
| and her hand following me weaves a sign:
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| Burn, burn, burn with fire, that beast that does not recognize
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| So let him pay me now for everything.
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| Burn, burn, burn with fire. |