You know yourself...
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You know, and you know everything very well yourself
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What the fuck is Moscow? |
What the fuck is golden?
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It was important for us to fly away to "Vlad" from this evil
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In the port, inhale the air with full tonsils
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The world is filled with ballads about love, as in September of the FVEMU corps
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I will follow you to the ends of the world
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In a gusty wind, and even when there is no fucking soul
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Our relationship only motherfucker would put "bad"
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Someone's love is a thin thread, we have a ship's rope
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And you know everything very well yourself
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And all for 5 plus
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Someone doesn't even know that panties can end up on a chandelier
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When I sleep on your bust, you feel the happiest
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Of all the people I could list
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Someone measures separation by numbers
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We are seconds, and the mood is meager
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From the slope into the pool of our love, we roll head over heels
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We roll head over heels...
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It's in our hands, you know yourself
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It doesn't matter where you are: Vladivostok or Moscow
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While the spark is burning, it's hard to stop
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In the pool of our love we roll head over heels
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Do you want me to give you a star and it will be ours
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We'll settle on it under a suede sky
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Alone or with kids
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Fly away by paragliding or hot air balloon
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The main thing is that we should not be prevented from loving each other
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'Cause I know under what name I live in your pipe
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Although believing in love, they say, seems to be stupid
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But I'm unlikely to forget you
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Maybe in your hands is my voodoo doll
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Someone invented us, like the world around
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you know kitty
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After all, you can just squeeze each other under the disks
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And you can be really close people
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Between us is a windpipe, but we do not see it
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And it doesn't matter where you are: in Moscow or St. Petersburg
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Our nights are delightful
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I'm sorry parents, but your daughter is awesome
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And maybe a funny joke
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Likes to play pranks in front of the camera on a tripod
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'Twilight' didn't study, loves Raekwon and J.Dilla
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And if not for me, I would have gestured much more
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She is my life inspiration
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I love it when you slide in style
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Testing love for strength
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This is not an evil satire, but lyrics, whatever one may say.
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but bright and clean it is easy to get dirty in the dirt
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Easy to get dirty...
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It's in our hands, you know yourself
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It doesn't matter where you are: Vladivostok or Moscow
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While the spark is burning, it's hard to stop
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In the pool of our love we roll head over heels
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It's in our hands, you know yourself
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It doesn't matter where you are: Vladivostok or Moscow
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While the spark is burning, it's hard to stop
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In the pool of our love we roll head over heels |