Strength slumbered in you, showed through in unchildish grace,
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Dangerous, I'm herding you like a paparazzi
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I kept my distance, with your reputation, contacting you is like at a dance
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fight.
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Without end, Katz offers to surrender and, as always, Katz sends the fuck out.
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Luck smiles, traffic in the country, we are driving in the same car in fifth gear.
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Speakers thump next to my ear
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Your breath, your sail in my bay on the horizon somewhere,
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But where the wind blows, the pickets are in the package
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With whom and where are we going?
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Lyokha. |
Do you know each other? |
Not bad anymore
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The one who jokes all the way is Shurik
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I'm still hiding under the guise, so I wanted to become a joint that you treated
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Your name is Love, I did not invent it,
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And anyone else could, but he blew into this sail,
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The western wind began to burn me, this smell of yours is the smell of a woman
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Your name is Love, I did not invent it,
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And anyone else could, but this sail blew
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The western wind began to burn me, this smell of yours is the smell of a woman
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I was looking for water there, but I fell under the smoke and saw the Gardens of Eden from above,
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And there you wandered, looking for acquaintances in secluded corners, in labyrinths of rooms,
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Who is on whom? |
these rooms roared with laughter, blazed with lust,
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How on the hunt it smelled of gunpowder and sweat,
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And the melody led the flesh to meet the flesh.
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Are we familiar like? |
We rode together, as laughter echoed in the gorges,
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Eyeballs said: "Take it!"
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And I asked: "Are you with him?" |
and you said: "With him."
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"Then dream about the day after tomorrow" - if there is excitement right there and cards
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Luck Factor: “Why? |
Let's Today"
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"Well, see that this dream is not taken away from you"
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Your name is Love, I did not invent it,
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and any other could, but blew into this sail,
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The western wind began to burn me, this smell of yours is the smell of a woman.
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Your name is Love, I did not invent it,
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And anyone else could, but he blew into this sail,
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The western wind began to burn me, this smell of yours is the smell of a woman.
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And suddenly, like an old dream, I remembered Natasha's eyes,
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The words yes he and blasphemy further?
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And I even remembered how then it exploded in the brain,
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She fucked him, she fucked.(!)
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How the world collapsed, how the world descended from Orbit,
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There was no resentment, I was just killed,
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Even as the floor slabs went underfoot,
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Continents displaced by her hands.
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But a fool, I knew her breed, and how my fist wanted to disfigure her face,
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The lessons of life seem to have been learned:
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How many bitches in life, what a bitch life
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And I told her: "Lyuba, you're a bitch, because only bitches are greedy for such leisure"
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And he smiled evilly, like mongrels grinning: "Your boyfriend was unlucky..."
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Your name is Love, I did not invent it,
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and any other could, but blew into this sail,
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The western wind began to burn me, this smell of yours is the smell of a woman
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Your name is Love, I did not invent it,
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And anyone else could, but he blew into this sail,
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The western wind began to burn me, this smell of yours is the smell of a woman. |