Everything has changed, thoughts rubbed into a sieve
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The storm died down there, becoming a relic of the past
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Look around, all around is offline
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Lifestyle winds a new heap of good lines
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The real world is not heaven, no! |
But grieve is not a varicose
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Brother, the kettle is boiling. |
Sober buzz, they didn't lie to me
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Hear, critic, now you will be ashamed
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After all, in your life you flared less than I woke up
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Positive is flying to you over the network, my choice is made
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And zaebato we will sit without beer and seeds
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And nonsense after all, that without substances to be dull, gray
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And why the hell should I strive in front of the sirens?
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We write tracks here not for disco fagots
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Whose mind is crippled, will not understand the mighty Russian speech
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I'll get things done faster than the evening comes
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Here I stand firmly on my feet, straightening my shoulders
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On the track an old karate rhymer
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And do not rush to draw conclusions at the exits
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You drink life stupidly in a bar
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And a sober lifestyle has fascinated us
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On the track an old karate rhymer
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And do not rush to draw conclusions at the exits
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You drink life stupidly in a bar
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And a sober lifestyle has fascinated us
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It must be strange to hear from us
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About a sober image, but it's true, bitch
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But it happens, bro, young people have grown up
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And they fucked up the questions “So why don’t you drink?”
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“I also don’t drink,” I answer
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I used to stick out, but now I'm sticking out for tea
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And you don't annoy me with your joint
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I do not thump even on the most important holiday
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It happens, I work, bro, on fierce sarcasm
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Though I'm sober, but still the same Dubas-prankster
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Go tell those who are experienced
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How harmless is this fucking ganja
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It was scary, very scary
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My neighborhood gets really nauseous on weekends
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I tied up, I remember when the leaves fell
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The look became clear, thoughts became clean
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On the track an old karate rhymer
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And do not rush to draw conclusions at the exits
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You drink life stupidly in a bar
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And a sober lifestyle has fascinated us
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On the track an old karate rhymer
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And do not rush to draw conclusions at the exits
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You drink life stupidly in a bar
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And a sober lifestyle has fascinated us
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I fucked this fool!
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How many times because of her I hugged this oak
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Fewer teeth in the mouth, fewer friends around
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And when the nose does not accept, they rub into the gums
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There is a choice of narcotic procedures here
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But the best drug is when the brotherly sound is played
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People are losing loved ones. |
Bitch, how is it?
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Life without a buzz is shit. |
Tell me how to live, brother?
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I was a good boy, now the most fallen bastard
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If there's something left (in traffic), set it on fire
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At the very bottom, being poured into bottles of solvent
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The boys said addiction won't let you get out
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Bro, get the fuck off the needle, we're being fired here
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Throw it, otherwise you will oversleep the way in the peregrine falcon of life
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I hope things change someday
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Now I see corpses, whose tourniquet was torn from their hands
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On the track an old karate rhymer
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And do not rush to draw conclusions at the exits
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You drink life stupidly in a bar
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And a sober lifestyle has fascinated us
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On the track an old karate rhymer
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And do not rush to draw conclusions at the exits
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You drink life stupidly in a bar
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And a sober lifestyle has fascinated us |