The waves shook me, but I'm not touched by you
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And I am floating in the sea, you are in an overflowing bath
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Let me be superfluous for the seine, the sea splashes unknown
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I was not offended by a trifle, but even here I don’t see the sky
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Strangle me in your arms at the first meeting
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I'm on the bruises again, and the premiere is not eternal
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Get out alive, I won’t pass the road again for an encore
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I chose harder like the Rolling Stones or a bodybuilder
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Autumn does evil, na, here it is a leaf for you,
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And after your words, I flew in the face of so many
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He was not an example, and he was rude, he was lying
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I live without faith, like Mikhail Kiperman
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I would pull off the sheet of distrust in an instant
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And everything we had will be washed away by the tide
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Now the scale has been invented, do not hang opinions from friends
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Is your figure important to you? |
I have no time for queens and pawns
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After all, I'm not a little boy - yes, so what?
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Like "Water does not flow under a lying stone"
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But there is a collar on the chains, we are together again for a long time
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Am I on your neck? |
So let's go for a walk to the bottom
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Rub me into powder
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And everything looks good
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A thread in a gray labyrinth, and
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If anything - feel free to dial me
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Fall down, but the result is zero
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Give out a whim, headband
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I'm not bothering you, in fact, I'm not lying openly
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We decide, the dishes are broken, by morning
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We have forgotten minutes and life as if it were not, stupidly muddied
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They don’t call me by names in order to squeeze it out - this is ridiculous and stupid
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I am where the wind is until morning and peace
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This time is choking me, or you listen, or dear other
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What was written by us, who now keeps those canvases
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Can't explain in words, but believe me - I'm cold granite
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There is no place for me, you are not a bride for me
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To be honest, I'm at the bottom, immediately blaming
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You in every, albeit small and important, but quarrel
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Paper feelings - our whole love story
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Torn to pieces, and happiness apparently died
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You continue to participate, I do not exhale inhale
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There is no way out than I was at times a scoundrel
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And consider that this is nonsense, but I'm flying to your face
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Rub me into powder
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And everything looks good
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A thread in a gray labyrinth, and
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If anything - feel free to dial me |