Yo! |
Bird, Swift, Slim. |
CAO.
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I saw this, I know it:
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How fate rips out the soul with the heart when we lose loved ones.
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We melt before evil, masks of goodness banter someone else's pain:
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Che are you like a rag, huh? |
Don't smoke, don't drink.
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Then we whine like fucking bitches from our own:
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Every day we put our feet in slippers, a cigarette.
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Then teeth, brush, shower, pants, sweater, jacket
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And before the tent a couple of cans of beer - to remove the hangover.
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Woke up - and the city to sleep.
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You need to throw lave on your mobile phone, call your family.
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Although later. |
Not before me.
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Need to understand:
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We solve problems, play games, live without noticing time,
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We drink, we sniff, we hang out, we banter.
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In short, we burn life.
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In short, we eat.
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And here is the thought:
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I'm tritzon.
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What have I created and what will I create next?
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Stop! |
You need to judge. |
Arrange everything on the shelves.
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Call distracts:
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“Ptah, I left a couple dear to you here.
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And all again:
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Studio, smoking, fucking. |
Like in the movies. |
Hmm ... Even funny.
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We use something for health and vivacity.
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We regret the years - at high speed.
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The best stars burn like stars, stories are written about them.
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And what can we do?
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At high speed.
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We use something for health and vivacity.
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We regret the years - at high speed.
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The best stars burn like stars, stories are written about them.
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And what can we do?
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At high speed.
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Another autumn drizzles with rain.
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Gray hair will appear how to drink and will not ask.
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My feet are warm, my sleep is sound, I breathe evenly.
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I do not try on laurels. |
Didn't even save euros.
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It's time to start a family already settle down,
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And I can't get rid of the blood on my clothes.
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I catch waste products from the Dutch * hair dryer *.
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For 7, a slut with experience will burn the topic at once.
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It's a thing of the past. |
More nonsense. |
Superfluous.
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Debt accounts. |
Pour cognac into piles.
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At night a couple of new lines will appear in the notebook.
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I would be killed by her, but there is no such lady.
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The golden domes of the Circle delight her God.
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On the chest, a cross - I do not weave intrigues. |
Just.
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Are you making plans for the future? |
Don't drive, bro.
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We are especially favored by Mother Russia.
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What can we do and what have we already done?
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Stay until the end? |
Hit harder?
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Have an opinion and trust no one?
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Open doors without permission?
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Raise money? |
Sleep on Monday?
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Not understanding outside the window: night or day?
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Rustling through the snow with michelin tires to the boys,
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And we'll have fun there.
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And remember those who did not wait for this winter.
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Blunted knives on someone's life.
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Dark streets, native Moscow.
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We grew up as best we could.
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They burned and burned tears in disbelief:
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Not to his own - not to the tears of his parents, all the more so.
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They were pleased with themselves standing in the hall.
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Wiping the blood, the right hand aches.
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On the windowsill at night it covers normally.
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Where did what was love go?
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Do not mind it. |
She's not worth it. |
Roll out the roads.
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Yes, evenly. |
Well, in short, you get it.
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We use something for health and vivacity.
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We regret the years - at high speed.
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The best stars burn like stars, stories are written about them.
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And what can we do?
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At high speed.
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We use something for health and vivacity.
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We regret the years - at high speed.
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The best stars burn like stars, stories are written about them.
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And what can we do?
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At high speed. |