Smoke walks through my streets, smoke walks.
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My brother cuts the whole chip, smacks into the shield like a cyborg.
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Smoke and saliva come from the muzzle, caravans stand from the snake.
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People lived quietly, and they live here again, and I
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I threw a fishing line into the sky, and nothing.
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The bird choir and the wind whistle, and there is nothing else.
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No river, no sea, no night, no dawn
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They don't tell me anything, and money doesn't do anything here.
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I wandered here like Noah; |
soaked in the wave here.
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Brother with a mask on his face. |
Brother is with us by the lip.
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Gas, kvass, and then cinema. |
Clack, bass - and water.
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The port worker is busy, pink surf.
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Money doesn't smell like a spring flower.
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Money is just watch. |
Give me fact love or fuck me in the face!
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I'm whipped, son. |
Don't muddy the water in the house. |
I am in peace, son.
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I’ll throw in Jim, push about life and disappear with the tide.
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Chorus:
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Cut the anchors, the winds are already howling.
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Don't walk the seas that lead nowhere.
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I've missed my trousers, caravan in the sands
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He stepped on board and called the genie to play ball.
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I grabbed, wound, flew, measured;
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Seen, lost, lost, missed.
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Variable dawn, Mariman outfit.
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Farewell, beauty - do not cry, do not remember.
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You put a purple flower on your knees.
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At your feet are pieces of sherbet and wine.
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An old arch, around an ancient panel.
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Curls covered the face.
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What is a fairy tale and a dream? |
Tell me, let's
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Sweetly untie your mouth, sweetly untie your robe.
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I forgot on the roads and I threw the knife at the fire.
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I will also leave you here later, I will leave you, you know.
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When thunder rolls bring rain into the valley,
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Then I will bring my long knife to strike.
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The boat will rock on the waves and float forward,
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A handkerchief in the pocket, on the chest - that's all.
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I stepped on the sand of sterile valleys
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And there was not one, a treasure of a virgin and smoke.
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We are again up the river where the ship is standing.
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Thanks, sorry.
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Chorus:
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Cut the anchors, the winds are already howling.
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Don't walk the seas that lead nowhere.
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I've missed my trousers, caravan in the sands
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He stepped on board and called the genie to play ball.
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I grabbed, wound, flew, measured;
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Seen, lost, lost, missed.
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Variable dawn, Mariman outfit.
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Farewell, beauty - do not cry, do not remember.
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I beg you, don't leave, don't leave, let the ships wait.
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Ships are waiting... Ships are waiting...
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I beg you, don't leave, don't leave, let the ships wait.
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Ships are waiting... Ships are waiting...
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Now this will be our home.
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Did you say you want to change?
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Stay with us, at least for a while... |