Peter, as always, will drive happiness, Cheby will be driven into depression
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In the concrete wilds, the cold strangled the March stalk
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Where to get warm?
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And the anger of the leaden sky is slightly blind,
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But not so much as to be ridiculous
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Not because of someone's advice, time carries forward
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The deck gives me a card, inject Liverbird at the heart
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And I will be faithful until death takes me
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After all, faith in an endless flight will someday lead to a goal
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When it gets dark outside, we will switch to "you"
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Let's stand close to each other, in the covers of darkness
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Let's fill the glasses with water, left alone
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And what we will create next is the culmination of our paintings
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Emotions of crazy assorted in the morning flushing into the toilet
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We slowed down the locomotive, and then only the choice of the path
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I will also continue to carry the purest, like adamantine
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A message to the same mortals, and I will offer you to leave
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From this you will flow like a drunken tear
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You will say: "Get off me, because I am not able to order more!"
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And you will fly away like a dragonfly, but with a clear look back
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And knocking down the excitement with poison - press the brakes
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Jedem das Seine. |
Not every lady is destined to shine,
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But as if in a corset of a worm, you are chewing on a pedestal in the club
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And the mirror in my texts is only for those who made a false start -
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Escaped prisoner
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It often happens, kid: a sheep laid a treatise
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And so, having fallen under the altar, you became the lord of the ring,
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And she is the queen of the end. |
And you run offside
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Sadness in the eyes, but between her legs is the same entrance from the end
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And the content that you sang to her will not fill her brain
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Her words will crush you into chips, like ice frappe
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And you were dumbfounded at the moment, and quickly, like Arjen Robben
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You give birth to an idea - to send signals for other antennas
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This arena is a captivity where all the coins fall edge-on
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Cupid, instead of a shot in the heart, added bromine to the experimental
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Is this the very line between good and evil?
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You will probably understand when you comprehend this craft
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My sister will tell me: "Shar, get out of all illusions"
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Although she herself hovers there and is still not aware of
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Inject diamorphine through a vein or sleep in a zyuzyu
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Well, in the meantime, she is in thought in Paris sleeping with a Frenchman
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Among those clamped in bonds, addiction is a burden,
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But sooner or later my muse will drive me into a hole
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At one moment skillful, feet first - a load
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Love will carry me out of this drunken party
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And the option here is what to lather - opera or rope?
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Kindle a fire, let it fly in the wind in the vanity of the elements
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Fill with water and bury, hold it by the throat
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It's a bandage of emotions bound in my verses |