The cry of cranes, willows crying by the water
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I lie down from the road to bed tired,
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Mom made, in the morning slippers, bathrobe,
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It was so long ago.
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I remember smearing scratches, getting sick, decoctions, herbs.
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Until cuts and scars appeared.
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I remembered the words of my father “You should always beat first!”
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Checked everything, very effective.
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"Wait, who are rappers?" Ramsey fought with someone,
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And now - "What are your ears, microphone, recording!"
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The serene years are like crushed stones,
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Distances are erased, convictions are holy.
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I don’t wear valuable chains around my neck, one hundred percent are torn.
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Signets cut fingers, diameters bend.
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I hate cheap things like a click on kiduhi
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I'm flying in one shoe, but I don't let go of my hand.
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Even if I don't get the first prize today,
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Roughly flying into the oncoming lane, I will press the gas.
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Chorus:
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The cry of cranes, willows crying by the water,
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Like a gray dove in the sky the years have flown away.
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The cry of cranes, willows crying by the water,
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Aces, sixes, queens from a marked deck.
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The cry of cranes, willows crying by the water,
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Like a gray dove in the sky the years have flown away.
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The cry of cranes, willows crying by the water,
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Aces, sixes, queens from a marked deck.
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For some, rap is a game, for us it was all serious.
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The soundtrack to our life is full of curiosities.
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How to see now, then boyish exploits -
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Starring Goodfellas, we're crime romance
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Wild years, wild people
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Now it is sold on a cinematographic dish.
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Like Chicago thirties plus a sexy dope
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hairy revolution and then the first kiss.
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Parents are not at home.
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We have known each other since the fourth grade
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I'm, like, seasoned macho, like Mickey Rourke.
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And his hands are trembling with excitement,
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They told me they didn't want to believe
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Forgot to lock the door.
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Hysteria, bit my lips
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And, allegedly, calmly, through clenched teeth
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You are you, you are the same as everyone else, the only one for everyone!
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The sad clown dismembers the photos, crying through laughter.
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Chorus:
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The cry of cranes, willows crying by the water,
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Like a gray dove in the sky the years have flown away.
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The cry of cranes, willows crying by the water,
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Aces, sixes, queens from a marked deck.
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The cry of cranes, willows crying by the water,
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Like a gray dove in the sky the years have flown away.
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The cry of cranes, willows crying by the water,
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Aces, sixes, queens from a marked deck. |