A few guys in a stuffy bass were sleeping peacefully
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Someone thumps in the morning
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It doesn't matter in the village itself or at the train station
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Tankograd on tour all the locals immediately pissed
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It all started just with love for the game
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Someone kicked on a spike, someone himself with chtz
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someone hooked green street someone a couple of vidos
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How 200 horses of a herd are felling frostbitten stos
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Near the youth on a kazhal several people
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There was no movement, passages and swings with a sword
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There is no need to have a fawn on a personal page
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How to get to eburg with a stop? |
Ahh? |
or by train?
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And they have a dream that they like
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Be ready for your city or your nation
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KHL, cup or region doesn't matter at all
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Tankograd van love! |
pure Ural boys
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On the neck a rose behind the Shiz
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Brother hands in a fist like this
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Tractor Tankograd on the legs of the lacoste of Eternal departure
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Forever black and white life is like a game
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On the neck a rose behind the Shiz
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Brother hands in a fist like this
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Tractor Tankograd on the legs of the lacoste of Eternal departure
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Forever black and white life is like a game
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Moved higher, but it was not so beautiful,
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And the video of that lawlessness was seen by all of Russia
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We remember Murzilka tack protests and actions
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By the way, I move respect for an adequate reaction
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With your boys cleanly to the arena slowly
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And I know with certainty where my soul lies
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It doesn't matter barbary fp ston or just adik
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I remember Zhekin balik montana scribbled padik
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Graffiti traffic in the hope that this is all you need
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For many, this concept of friendship appeared then.
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Make sure it's important to someone
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For yourself plus your own, you won't be so scared
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On the neck a rose behind the Shiz
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Brother hands in a fist like this
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Tractor Tankograd on the legs of the lacoste of Eternal departure
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Forever black and white life is like a game
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On the neck a rose behind the Shiz
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Brother hands in a fist like this
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Tractor Tankograd on the legs of the lacoste of Eternal departure
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Forever black and white life is like a game |