I got lost in a public bath
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Just vanished like a mammoth, goodbye my baby
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Society soars, and in a stuffy fog
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A drunk attendant makes obscene demands.
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Naked people are insanely happy
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They carry beer on a platter, and it doesn't hurt at all
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Get a shot of steam into your head.
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People don't care if it's free.
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Chorus:
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They hover here so that I feel bad
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Brains are boiling, but I am a participant in the show.
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Soar with a broom of need and vice
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And consciousness habitually becomes a cancer,
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Thoughts come in karaoke format,
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To the list of repertoire for vodka with forshmak.
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Russian chanson and gypsy haiku
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The Buryat Jazz Ensemble will perform.
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I'll stand near the little collar on the side,
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So as not to fall under the distribution of ecstasy.
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Chorus:
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They hover here so that I feel bad
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Brains are boiling, but I am a participant in the show.
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I'm dying, I want to get away,
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Dissolve in the arteries of the Vodokanal,
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Rush through the pipes like a rusty stream
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Escaping like a geyser in working portals.
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And do not look like over the naked people
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In a white cloud, steam is not immediately noticeable
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Dimly shines in the whole expanse of the sky
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The bottom of a merciless copper basin.
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Chorus:
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They hover here so that I feel bad
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Brains are boiling, but I am a participant in the show.
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They hover here so that I feel bad
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Brains are boiling, but I am a participant in the show.
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But I'm a participant in the show...
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But I'm a participant in the show...
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But I'm a participant in the show... |