| Palite-ka
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| Time to raise the red flag over the battlefield
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| We will not be able to remain silent this time - Castro
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| I heard there is a dangerous path - clearly
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| We've been on it for a long time. |
| Basta
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| I know we pissed, everything that you did not complete
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| History was different bloody stages
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| I want to be a tank near the white house
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| Shooting at the windows is joyful no matter what it costs
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| Everything is so nasty in a decaying tie gang
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| I'm ready to volunteer on the firing squad
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| My days and home, stash pendulum swing
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| The country will lie down to rest as a ruined monument
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| It's easy to understand, just open your eyes
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| Wild excitement, run back, everything is not proven, praise to the basics
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| I would lift my ties to the tree
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| Then we will live happily, comfortably and provocatively
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| I will shoot, flog and punish them fuck off
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| What a mustachioed dog will not take out on a leash
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| Oh, you go away, don't forget, don't worry
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| You are the first on this list here while the empire is alive
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| I don’t understand whose friend you are Volodin or Vitin
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| A dexterous run or a tunic will not save you from the guillotine
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| Hiding under the krymka very cleverly the fact is all on you
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| I use Yanin's method, like Panin I declare a face
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| Time to raise the red flag over the battlefield
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| We will not be able to remain silent this time - Castro
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| I heard there is a dangerous path - clearly
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| We've been on it for a long time. |
| Basta
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| Here the fillies will overstrain these horseshoes to forge
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| Death will lead us to freedom, so rejoice
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| And we don't need laurels from morons or praise
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| Yak already in the country will begin the funeral
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| It will be hot as hell on the body goosebumps
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| But there is no vaccine, you don't even have to ask
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| It doesn’t matter at all what the news was in Algeria
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| Our Honey will not completely clean up euthanasia
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| And dump intimacy in the galleries we want
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| All our crushed spirits remained one
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| I'm waiting for you to feed the mouth with cash in the lair
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| I'm waiting for the sheer suddenly become gentle
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| Where life used to flow now in the kingdom of gay evil
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| I'm waiting for the gift of power Anna paired with Elsa
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| And when society lays down the empire's due collapse
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| An eagle does not become a Phoenix by sprinkling feathers with this ashes. |