| Snow-covered Chelyaba, a familiar smell in the cabin
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| Heads under the rap, caps on the side
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| Ashes on the floor, beer dripped like yesterday
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| In the morning, the first thing I did was fuck things up, fuck
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| I hear a voice from the streets, let's drink, smoke
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| We'll pun, we'll spend the night at the studio
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| And we won’t catch a cold
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| Let's record an album. |
| Will you listen
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| Then you say: Wow!
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| Russia burned somewhere in July
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| While we were blowing, my granny's house burned down
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| In the news: fires, fires, fires, fire
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| He shrugged his shoulders and said: I'm sorry.
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| Always hollowed, baldel, did rap
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| Didn't get sick with white, didn't mess around
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| Outside the window the whistle of a blizzard
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| Turned on the TV, fucking Monday in business
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| Raisa ahead
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| And I'm somewhere here in the dark
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| I am writing a text, a half in water
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| Plus pantz and still have it for tomorrow
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| Raisa ahead
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| And I'm somewhere here in the dark
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| I am writing a text, a half in water
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| Plus pantz and still have it for tomorrow
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| In the beginning, everyone wanted to become more mature
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| Some of my friends have ripened their heads
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| I can hardly remember the last week
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| I look at people, every day on business
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| Believe me, my brother and I share this topic equally
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| Don't pull the blanket to the left - it sucks
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| Lonely samurai in the center of his native city
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| A foreign city, so many and inexpensive
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| I look at the world from the twelfth floor
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| I see a Porsche and a bum. |
| Thinking, shrugged
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| Meet, see off - the scheme is simple
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| The harvest has risen, treat me to come
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| Things were settled, they coughed heart to heart
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| Let's go eat, drink tea or something stronger
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| Fell into a wheelbarrow, evening Chelyabinsk shakes,
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| And what was in the beginning? |
| And what was in the beginning? |