| 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 |