| 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 |