| 2 verses, 2 tranches, as before made in Russia
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| Let's let the beast out - Zapashny brothers
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| High-rise city, the ego is higher than the ceiling
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| Raise your glass up to the clouds
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| We have a minimum of worries here, like an aluminum plant
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| Houses at speed merge into a line
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| Forest belt, clouds, thunder peals
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| We make rap fucking so that he unwinds you
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| Through CP the frost is crackling, with a lot of secrets and mysteries
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| Fuck you guess what I did last summer!
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| We don't care about the chains so they rust
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| Just let the enemies stick a plastic clover into the columbarium
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| I looked at the area through the eyes of blacks from the film
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| For some reason, the silence sounds so loud
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| And I bastard microphone that in the hands of revolver
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| We rise with a whitish thread to the sky to the gods (up)
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| There will be no more borders
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| Let's hang in the sky high above the houses
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| And regardless of third parties
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| Let shell companies crush the sums
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| Time flies, we're wasting (spend)
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| Time flies, we're wasting
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| Time flies, we're wasting
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| We are not afraid of the speed of the Bugatti
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| Time flies, we're wasting
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| Time flies, we're wasting (wasting, wasting, wasting)
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| Time flies, we're wasting
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| We are not afraid of the speed of the Bugatti
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| The handwriting of time endures granite
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| Russia, God save the Tsar!
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| You're just a body in debt, horns interfere with sleep
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| You eat this shit for a side dish
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| Have fun, you're so vulnerable
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| Beha wrinkled, we are savages
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| X6th or 5th, dashing guys
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| Be somewhere near, do not thank
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| Ripe like a Moroccan tangerine (repeat)
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| Repeat what you expected from Polanski?
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| The numbers in the bank do not like publicity
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| Like Deripaska's overblown scandal
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| You're worn out like Pochepa (why?)
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| But for some reason you turn on the dynamo (if)
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| If you don't come to me by taxi
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| Then I won't even get up from the couch
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| Gringo, loud walk, fiesta
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| Send thanks in an envelope
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| Adult children. |
| How much is in a briquette?
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| It's all right, Santa Muerte
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| Time flies, we're wasting (spend)
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| Time flies, we're wasting
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| Time flies, we're wasting
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| We are not afraid of the speed of the Bugatti
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| Time flies, we're wasting
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| Time flies, we're wasting (wasting, wasting, wasting)
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| Time flies, we're wasting
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| We are not afraid of the speed of the Bugatti
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| Time flies and we waste
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| Time flies and we waste
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| Time flies and we waste
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| Time flies and we waste |