| Sailed gray weekdays with black stripes
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| I remember how you braided your hair in the morning
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| A bright spot on the cloth of my sad life
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| You were always the most delicious
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| Aces are falling - hit, since such is fate
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| Drink your flask to the bottom, don't be sorry
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| Tomorrow again in battle, brother
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| Write a letter for that guy, okay?
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| Guard my love Lord
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| She is cool there, but here
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| Where is the bullet per square meter
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| She's hotter than the sun, she baked in July
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| Louder than the ringing, the bell, my pain
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| War board game, cards again
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| Pretty so
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| Let's go farta, damn it, yes, to the guitar
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| The incentives have cooled down, that's all
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| I am at least here until morning
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| All the same guys
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| All the same drunken faces, warriors
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| I will return to the barracks
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| Burn another page
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| From Prague to Berlin, then Africa
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| Sahara fried the back, paprika taste of blood
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| Don't reproach me for my weaknesses
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| Row every step away from joy
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| I know you would like to give birth to my son,
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| But completely different dreams cooled the wet back
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| And instead of tango, my feet wash the waters of the Ganges
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| Deep, deep
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| I saw bullets that bowed their heads to the ground
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| I know the word that can divide the world equally
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| Choose a side, choose a side
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| Pick a side...
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| My thoughts kill, my hands maim
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| Even on the battlefield after the battle, lying wounded, I will pray
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| About meeting you
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| The smell of the sea, beautiful shoulders, languid speeches
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| Love on red, honor on black
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| A submissive soul will reread home beckoning
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| She squeezed her wrist with thin fingers
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| And the piano keys gave the sounds of happiness
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| They circled like moths over the light of life
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| Their beating hearts echoed in sync
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| There were only two of them in the whole world,
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| But the viscous time dripped and gave no rest
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| Desire to see white flags on the battlefield
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| He stands somewhere on the half way to Kilimanjaro
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| In the tropics I remembered her and evenings on Patrick
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| In dreams, the heat gave rise to a thirst for drink
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| In dreams, the meeting gave rise to a thirst to live
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| He could kill himself if he didn't find out about the miracle
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| He could have killed himself if he hadn't found out about the child
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| That somewhere there is not in Moscow already, in Kaliningrad
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| In Gradskaya 28, an old obstetrician with gray hair
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| I cut the umbilical cord to the baby, putting him on the sheets
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| It's too late to pray to the Lord
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| begging in rainy autumn
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| Sitting on Vagankovsky, rubbing whiskey, hitting the ground with tears
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| Hitting the ground with tears, hitting the ground with tears
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| Tears hitting the ground
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| Once again we ask...
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| I know you would like to give birth to my son,
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| But completely different dreams cooled the wet back
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| And instead of tango, my feet wash the waters of the Ganges
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| Deep, deep
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| I saw bullets that bowed their heads to the ground
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| I know the word that can divide the world equally
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| Choose a side, choose a side
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| Pick a side... |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Килиманджаро , by - Сангу дэ САО. Song from the album В Кругу Доверенных Лиц, in the genre Русский рэп