The ice of life was melted by years,
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Who are we - early shoots?
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Young but already strong
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A rare greyhound breed.
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Not a standard by nature,
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City's legends.
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We drink freedom to the drop,
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We appreciate these moments.
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Burning bridges to ashes
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The solutions seem to be simple.
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Not recognizing on the way
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Double solid stripe.
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Without shedding no tears,
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All aces from the sleeve.
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By eye, the results are the outcome,
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Why without changing the scales.
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Sticking money in noses
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Without fear of a scythe,
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Cool morning without sleep
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Like drops of dew.
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Road to sweet dreams
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In coals that are bright red
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Hand in hand, yes only legs
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As before, bosses.
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Not afraid of a thunderstorm
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The color of grapes and vines
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Records of past harvests,
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Beyond phrases.
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We trade in knots on the streets
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With not shaved taxi drivers,
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We push into the subway.
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Branching routes.
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We fall into a state
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deep affect,
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From the advice of a psychiatrist
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There is no desired effect.
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telephone conversation
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voice timbre,
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Lightly soaked coffee
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From the bloodhounds of the dogs.
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Without measure, without brakes,
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Increasingly weeping images.
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Advice on what, to whom, how
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Even Azov does not know.
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Full face and profile in archives
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Just like prints
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Search, get out of the car,
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Divorce, from bags of bribes.
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Bitches with a long tongue
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I'm jacking up the price.
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Two slapped, show off
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Forgotten for treason.
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Fall asleep, waiting for tomorrow
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Suddenly there will be a change.
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There are two new batteries in the remote control,
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Sitting down for a replacement.
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And so on in a circle,
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While young, beautiful.
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Who are we, why are we
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And what are the motives?
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We buy, we eat
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We share, we heal, we exhale,
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We carry, we carry
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Shmona is avoided.
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Killing and out loud
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screaming about it
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Without embarrassment
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Wandering the roads of self-destruction.
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Chorus:
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The stories are true, but fairly typical:
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Sad, rude, sweetly lyrical,
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Muddy, at times, very cynical
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Draw conclusions - nothing personal.
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The stories are true, but fairly typical:
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Sad, rude, sweetly lyrical,
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Muddy, at times, very cynical
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Draw conclusions - nothing personal.
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The stories are true, but fairly typical:
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Sad, rude, sweetly lyrical,
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Muddy, at times, very cynical
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Draw conclusions - nothing personal.
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The stories are true, but fairly typical:
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Sad, rude, sweetly lyrical,
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Muddy, at times, very cynical
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Draw conclusions - nothing personal. |