The city was covered with snow, people went to pharmacies
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Walking or semi-running I go for a speck
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And while the girl on the behe was warmed by the Crack track
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At the bus stop in the crowd the black man was freezing
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He probably came from Africa to live with us
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Shifts, shudders, trembles
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And I ran away, drove on the ice
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Maybe I'll make another stop!
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I need something that is not possible, I walk carefully
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The topic is dressed securely shod
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So I'm warm, but it's so cold outside
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It's been dark for a long time, but it's not too late
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A white cat ran across the road
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Grandfather in a T-shirt smoked through the window
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I pochikat everything, pochikat. |
Podzalip
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I smoked a little more, I remember it for sure
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I exhale steam from my mouth, ahead of the grade
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Meter bong, height come here
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And it doesn't matter where it's taken
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We'll clean everything in three squats!
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Ice cubes rattled, water bubbled
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I was amused by some nonsense
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Well, if you want to become strong like Van Dam
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Then push up, sit down!
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It is clear that I am pleased
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Bitch don't spill no stains
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Clearly, I'm fine
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Thanks recharge!
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I'm walking along Lenin, time is getting dark
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I am protected by lanterns and seven shadows
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Passage rather where there is no doubt
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Especially when the glass is about on the belt
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At the stop, the Negro icled
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It's cold so there are no whores in the parking lot
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Seen on a white Cayenne lady don't give a fuck
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Rides under rap, like Krek so fuck me
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When I was small, I was reading Kuprin's "At the Bottom"
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Although where does I blunt Kuprin
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The guy was sliding on the ice, I thought about spring
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I remembered the song where he lived for the sake of meeting her
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Sprinkled snow covering traces
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Silhouette in the window threw food to the white cat
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On the right side of the avenue some people in a scarf
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I looked around and adjusted the load on the horizontal bar
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Lit a cigarette, oops green light
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Haunted only by the memories of past years
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Behind the avenue, in front of a warm house
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By the way, there he spat and turned around the corner.
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I left the entrance, Sunday evening
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He put on mittens on his hands, hunched his shoulders from the cold
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I didn’t have time to get to the stop, I fucked up the type
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I asked for a cigarette but I decided to pass by
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Waiting for a minibus minus freezes the booth
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I'm sorry that they didn't sew a hood on this jacket.
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I move on my foot towards the center
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Passed a Porsche Cayenne followed by a Nissan Sentra
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The bird market fell asleep, in the snow "Hope"
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ChTZ Theatre, Komsa, I move somewhere between
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On Spartak dubak, the Agency stands still
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I have to walk again six meters by two hundred
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Weed is not a drug
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I'm carefree like a passing cat
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The boy across the road is rolling on ice
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Maybe I'll be the same way too
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Crunch underfoot I'm completely free
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The scarf is securely tied and slightly raised
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I was pleased with the volume of the heel
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Thanks recharge!
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Winter cold lonely houses
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Standing cities all as if made of ice
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But soon spring the snow will melt and then
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Behind the white wall we will stay with you
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Winter cold lonely houses
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The cities are all as if made of ice
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But soon spring the snow will melt and then
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Behind the white wall we will stay with you
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winter winter winter cold cold
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spring spring i'm alone you're alone |