| my crystal castle
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| Standing on a foundation of ashes (hey)
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| Will the boy lose to death
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| Expected on the holiday of victory?
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| Obelisk above the city
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| An inexplicable chton rises
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| If a friend became an opera
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| Change password on phones
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| Lock yourself in a room
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| Animals in our zoo are sick
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| Elephants trumpeted, my hallucinations
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| more interesting than you
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| You and I are mirrors
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| Dolphins in a concrete well in St. Petersburg
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| Our signals are blind, but the White House
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| Can burn from a cigarette butt
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| I got older. |
| What the f*ck?
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| I didn't ask for this (ah-ah)
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| Gotta go to the mentovka
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| And I buy visas
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| They write that alienation is a problem
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| But I won't stay to chat with you (Ah)
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| It's good to be aloof
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| When the cattle are led to the slaughter
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| And I'm standing in the middle of the zoo
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| And lemurs do not believe that for a long time
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| They are fed dead ** rank
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| Healthy and fun
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| The fumes boil in me
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| Ridiculous cities swell,
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| And you remain childfree
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| Once a sucker to all assholes
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| Do not sit on the Internet
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| They littered the forests, earth and sky (Ye)
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| Don't let them at least into your head
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| If you die, then on the stage
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| Of his little theater
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| The flames enveloped Montmartre,
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| And we are with you, dear Petrashevsky
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| This country knows the irony of death
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| Laugh in the windows of the abyss
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| Evil, like Sanka Matrosov
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| And watch the shadows dance over her
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| Without safety wires
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| What are our years?
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| The foam of days will subside
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| And the zone will not count the bullfinches
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| If you were born in prison
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| Kill the guard
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| The beast torments the paw
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| In order not to give in to traps
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| We will find him and save him
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| Unless, of course, it snows at night
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| Ellie, this is not Kansas
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| And California punk doesn't roll here,
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| And the Scarecrow f**ks from that
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| What is a Siberian man
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| He chooses vodka or blow
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| And die for him - just spit
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| Because we love death more
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| Than you your miserable lives
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| I listened to this at a rally in Grozny,
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| But the course is ideologically correct
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| In the frozen steppe of Jotunheim
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| We tried to bask in verses,
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| But from the Dnieper to the Rhine
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| People drown potbelly stoves with tears
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| And in a dull look
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| Colleagues or roommates
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| You can see how haunted
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| Sunny bunny rushing about
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| Kilometers of flesh
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| Light years of revelation
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| All these are tales of lost time,
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| But even the Gods cannot do
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| Past unfulfilled
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| So go ahead, death will wait
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| The bullet will not take and withstand the ice
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| So don't drift, we are God's creatures
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| He will not forgive - let's forgive him ourselves (Hoi)
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| So go ahead, death will wait
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| The bullet will not take and withstand the ice
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| So don't drift, we are God's creatures
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| He won't forgive - let's forgive him ourselves
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| So go ahead
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| (death will wait)
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| Death can wait, Hoy
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| So go ahead, hoi hoi
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| Endure ice-ice-ice-ice
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| hoi |