To me... to you... to us... to you...
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Pain...no...
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All unweathered sweet mist
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To me... to you... to us... to you...
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Pain...no...
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All unweathered sweet mist
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Who's here?
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Thirst burns alive, but
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The pain will return to you in the grimace of everyday life
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Through the unknown forces of the ancient race
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The fire has almost reached the family forks
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Hide your shit, geek
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And do not care that someone is woven from silk
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And, to be honest, this will be enough for us for a long time.
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Vodka hurts
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You can do it, right, uncle? |
(Can)
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In this case, even vitamin "A" (Eee!)
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Bring more value to the streets
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But, like vodka, it will not grow smart girls
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I... you... Kara...
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Coma on our naive heads
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Spiritual blindness burns with a soldering iron
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After all, you are from the generation of glued havalniks
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Stones in preachers and journalists
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The nineties are cursed for this, remember!
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We bring down the wrong ones with silver pills
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Werewolves hide behind our walls
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In the yellow press, in beer advertising, mom
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The bar has flown away - the child sucks a gram in a sting
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Hope, it will rot in your brain
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Let this shit get out
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But, fortunately, I'm not omnipotent, man
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Therefore, all the sweet mist is never weathered
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To me... to you... to us... to you...
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Pain...no...
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All unweathered sweet mist
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To me... to you... to us... to you...
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Pain...no...
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All unweathered sweet mist
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"Who is he: a man or a devil?"
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I want freedom, I don't want war
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I want love, but this world is full of lies
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In the mud of debauchery, where payment decides everything
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Where there is no morality, where brother hates brother
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Where people, like dogs, always strive to bite
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And if you are weak, you cannot survive here
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Do you want to be on top? |
Get ready to fall
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Do you want to have everything? |
You are driven by greed
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Remember: power breeds evil
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Easy Come Easy Go
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And then, that today you are the king, and tomorrow you are nobody
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And no one will care what happened to you
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There are no friends here, only enemies here
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Fake smiles, jealous looks
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Here a bastard on a bastard, here they attack from behind, huh!
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In the morning there are schoolgirls, and in the evening club whores
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It's not their fault, because that's the price
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Having sniffed money once, you get used to it forever
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It is useless to resist - complete control
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Here it remains only to get used to the role
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It's a cruel world, here the devil rules his feast
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Your task is just not to lose control
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He will tempt everyone who is weak
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Today you are free, and tomorrow you are his slave
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Tomorrow you are his slave... Tomorrow you are his slave...
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Tomorrow you are his slave... Tomorrow you are his slave...
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Tomorrow you are his slave... Tomorrow you are his slave...
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Tomorrow you are his slave... Tomorrow you are his slave... |