Well, sit down, let's ride
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Or somersaults at the dance
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Be quiet, prankster. |
Crazy sleigh for the holiday
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Majors on loaded basins, we are guided by azimuth
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Check what's in the box office, stocks for the winter
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Everything is on the ointment, sambo wrestlers are climbing on the mass
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We spin around a rusty axis
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They try to bite, lave drizzles in your pocket
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On the torso in moccasins. |
Hello, queens! |
How are you?
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The planted Sanya has already dried up. |
Eyes turn red
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Powder for punishment
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These faggots proved everything they could
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Who is the euro, and someone is the ruble
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Cranes floated away
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While there is - when
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Weeping lanterns in the background. |
With Shurik on the balcony
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Fuck there, our yacht is unlikely to sink
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Smoldering life, planting drooping, a kilo of coca in the ceiling
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She groans in an inclination, squeezing her palm
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Cleaning the roads in agony, taking root in the wagon
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Father Nicholas on the icon
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Fucked up to rest
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Waving a chilled hand to a loved one
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Burn under the scorching sun
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How about living in the past? |
Live the present
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While garbage is gawking at the hut
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They silently grew and hollowed
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Mourning slops cooked and took for real
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Breathe in ether. |
Heaven melted like marshmallows
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Addicts want to go to heaven, they are too tired
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Leave them (fuck)
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Everyone is waiting for their time and is silent as quietly as possible
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I survived in these conditions - such a law
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finished barrel
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Lave flows in the safes on the shelves
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Carry confiscated goods across the border
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Or wear socks all your life
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Garbage is sold to you, and then closed
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For snitches here is a special paradise
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What the hell to do - such a country. |
And she has no name
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Known method of the interrogation department
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Fingers break easily when fingering in vain
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Everything is divided into red zones
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And, in general, you dick go into denial
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Someone lives on kickbacks, and someone on the waste
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Who gives a fuck about personal gain
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Who cares about a truck and fucks two wagons
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Houses blinked windows. |
Heard an evil magnetic field
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Hovered over this city
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What doesn't kill us, fucks us
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Nerves are taut, like a winch under a load
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It's bad to fuck everyone and hold them for suckers
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Then do not pick up the phone and do not appear at home
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Luck is like a water polo ball
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Rides through the waves from hand to hand into other people's gates
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The point has shrunk, the ambition has diminished
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3 stings watched the three-headed condor
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Someone is not the first time to wait and look at the photo
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This is not an identikit on the glass of a Cop Ford
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Honda interior snooze function
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"Golden domes" from the speakers wheeze in the background
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In the pictures, someone is working, meditating on vacation
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Someone light or after a boar hunt
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On the deck of a ship Or on a jacket in the city center
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Under the windows of the White House
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The icon will not delay a visit to the minotaur
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Greed cuts the soul with a hacksaw, catch it by fuck
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Soldering iron is no longer fashionable, there are other ways
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The most effective - a pipe from a vacuum cleaner
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Even the Vector robot will crack
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Where is the chest with babos
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Moccasins on bare feet, crumbs past the checkout. |
Don't get in, it's dangerous
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Here the factories pass into the clutches of the state from private individuals
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Can you tell me what time it is? |
Already 12?
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Well, what are you staring at? |
Get in, let's go for a ride!
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Let's go for a ride, damn |