About the song: together with Tipsy Tip.
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Spin the drum, a bright light shines directly into your face.
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The escalator of death carries everyone to break the bones.
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Down those running without formation will grab the power lasso.
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The blood pump pumps, the heart beats.
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In the rhythm of my people, in a rhythm not like here.
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What kind of shameless demon is driving the anthill?
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You have a lot of fucking acquaintances, but no friends.
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You have a lot of mind, but no housing and money.
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There is no opinion that you could call your own.
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There is a desire to be equal to dubious personalities from the screen.
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And he poured a glass equal to himself,
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You will celebrate the holiday with the same, with yourself on an equal footing.
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Slave, tell me chiki-rap.
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Your life experience: who did you throw there and when?
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The Dalai Lama sent me a muzla of blanks.
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La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
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People believed the channels, the newspaper headlines.
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And we: No! |
Not! |
Not! |
Not! |
Not! |
Not!
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You will not take more, because you are afraid: there will be trouble,
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And we: Yes! |
Yes! |
Yes! |
Yes! |
Yes!
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What is success in life?
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I'll ask everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone.
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Either there is silence, or embarrassment.
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So again they will put it in a folder until clarification.
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Unpromising, the air is gallim, like a gag.
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If I have no spears, they are not like me.
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Not people without a numbered pill will not love,
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If you think about powdering the cabin, they will give you pi ** yulin.
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They will peck at her, call Morse bitches.
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Peck the branch, but not the one from which they graze after us with trepidation.
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Let me go home, jack, otherwise I'll give you a turnip,
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I will also come to you and give rap there.
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Dad, why are you so angry? |
All the same people are brothers.
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Hare, hello, get your hands off the notebooks.
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Your law is f*ck, shut your mouth.
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They will come for me, they will burn your court, blind as a mole.
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What barcode? |
Is it for me to arrive on a bill of lading?
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Fuck you, no, dear, and my tag number is fucked up.
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Yes, I am nameless.
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They turned their backs, I would have kicked since May, yes, bitch, I won’t get it.
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People believed the channels, the newspaper headlines.
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And we: No! |
Not! |
Not! |
Not! |
Not! |
Not!
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You will not take more, because you are afraid: there will be trouble,
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And we: Yes! |
Yes! |
Yes! |
Yes! |
Yes!
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What is success in life?
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I'll ask everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone.
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Either there is silence, or embarrassment.
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So again they will put it in a folder until clarification. |