You can't see the stars in my city
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'Cause the sky is filled with gray smoke
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Ten-story walls freeze
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Sirens moan, gray asphalt, damp
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The smell of piss in the nose from pira
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Turned off the avenue - dived into the yards in a fast way
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Resurfaced, on the reverse side of the World
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Tankograd Hools on the right, ChTZ-force on the left
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Half an hour later I was opened in two halves
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Lights and lines swam, lanterns like in a movie
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The longest thriller - very beautiful, but it was not cute
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The trains rumbled, the car drove by
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The autumn was drizzling, the thought was visited by force
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Everything here is like in a series, signs or a symbol
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Let it go, the chick asked for a whitefish
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Gave and didn't even say thank you
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Zero people, the weather aggressively kneaded
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Slowly troiled the picture of the world,
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And someone at home rolled a bottle of their favorite beer
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The Sviyaga refrigerator was lying on the way
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From the side of the tank, a dog was looking at me
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I know these yards as soon as they come
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There was a case nearby - they found a body
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Fucking not France - the windows are spinning in the dance
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The hoodie on me is like an impenetrable shell
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And so there were chances not to swell,
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But glossy asphalt staggered underfoot
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Garbage passed back, crackling on the radio,
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And I went my own way and was in prostration
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Somewhere I've already seen it all, brothers
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Same faces, same illustrations
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The quarter is frozen, I feel
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On the back of the head look, why the fuck do I have tails now?
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I turned back - empty, bushes, haze
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The crunch of broken glass underfoot
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Popped up from around the corner - there is a shabla,
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And at first I didn’t catch up, what the hell is the matter?
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- Hello, where did you go?
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- Nowhere
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-So we go there
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The theme was like in "Vanya quarter 2"
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I walk along the sides of the lads, rails, wires
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Tram depot, my head was clearing up
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Cotton graffiti, thorn, two bridges
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On the right, the traffic police officer stood up - someone's pussy
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Darkness in the courtyards near the Court
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From around the corner, a figure in a black hood is here for us
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Shabby houses, driveways
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Greetings guys, solid mountain
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Ya, this is Tankograd-Ural Underground rap
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Like a pair of bloopers on a brother, so everything is a fucking rapper
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"That's a good plan, brother!"
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— Just like yesterday
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- Then I'm ready to take five couples
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Word for word, again in the yards
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Shit behind the houses, spat on the sidewalk
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Kicked a can of Jaguar, sailed the last transport
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Banner on the wall - new deodorant
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Cloudy, no stars visible in the sky
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This is because the boys and I went under the bridge
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Came out from under the bridge
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But not a single star appeared to me because of the clouds
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It didn't seem to me
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— You see, you can’t see the stars in my city
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'Cause the sky is filled with gray smoke
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Ten-story walls freeze
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Sirens moan, gray asphalt, damp
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For me, not yet a boring picture
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A web of five swallowed me
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Gagarin park, dam - unsociable
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Evening Chelyabinsk - blue pit, so cute
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And now the summer has flown by, the autumn has come
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The web of five swallowed me
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Quiet and seemingly unsociable
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The sky is filled with gray smoke |