And how many there were: fur collar
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Cap, purse, black pistol, lupaty E-ha
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I drove in and out for a couple of years,
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And already here the mice are fussing themselves with a higher standard of living
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A neat roof, but they don't give a fuck
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Even with the tail up
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With a kilo of nuts in the bumper
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The stone is heated on a lamp
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Divided into pieces with a blunt scalpel
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And is the creator fair
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When will you be planted with a clip of trauma?
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Bearded entrepreneurs, the game of wrappers is away,
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But they put their feet on the tablecloth
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Knives lovers take out
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And prove not theorems in mathematics
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The artist is not local, so he stopped by to draw,
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And on top it will be sprinkled with fluffy flakes
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Spears will not help against a brown bear
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Shot from Opel
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The smell of freedom intoxicates like opium
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Enemies break like Chinese copies
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Legs are attached to deeds
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And many think they are demigods
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As a result, they dig deep holes for themselves
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Not flowers grow here, but taxes
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We, like a clip in meat, got stuck in a dense stream
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Stuck in a dense stream
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Gotta calm down, gotta calm down
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Remember the features of her face, like the light in the window
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The streets turn into darkness
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On the carousel the guys are spinning
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Gotta calm down, gotta calm down
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Remember the features of her face, like the light in the window
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The streets turn into darkness
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On the carousel the guys are spinning
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"Let's tie it up!" |
I shouted to my brother from childhood
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Let's live normally, close this door
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Lave is enough, stir up a small business
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“What the fuck business, Ptah? |
There is a crisis on the street
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Let's squeeze a little more on it,
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And there she drove, a mare is nearby by breed
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We dreamed, remember, about helicopters with you"
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In my gut I feel: "Fool, you're standing on a flight"
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Black mask, whips, courier in an old Daewoo
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But instead of the first kilo, there are two bodies in the coffin
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They were buried in closed ones, they were decided immediately
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There was a courier with security - they did not finish the maze
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I remember drinking a lot then at Zhenya's grave
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And I remembered how we knew how to relax beautifully
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How impudent he was and did not give a return
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I told you: well, calm down, brother
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Gotta calm down, gotta calm down
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Remember the features of her face, like the light in the window
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The streets turn into darkness
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On the carousel the guys are spinning
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Gotta calm down, gotta calm down
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Remember the features of her face, like the light in the window
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The streets turn into darkness
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On the carousel the guys are spinning |