We just started, dear, still fly and fly
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Greetings to everyone who saw the bottom; |
hi limita
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A sedan is driving up a serpentine from Nebraska
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It's not for you to judge my run, the color is not the same
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Rubles are stained with blood, the pocket is pulled
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Ships are sailing home, there is fog in the lowlands
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It's getting warmer here, and winter is coming back
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Today I'm alive, but tomorrow - f*ck, prison, so prison
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Through the veins, like an electric current, to the family from the yard
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Who was closed, who left - because it's time
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Someone shouted for AUE and went to ram
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When it touched, ah * ate that cheap f * lan
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And let the blizzard cover its tracks,
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And we are in a circle tea, so as not to get cold
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Only the bearded one always knows my ways
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Na-na-na-na
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And let the sun warm your forehead
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And the blue wing will bazaar
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Let him walk and inspire fear
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In the surrounding yards (na-na-na-na)
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And we'll get together and sit, yearn, bro
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Let's remember those who shot back, gone forever
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We'll cry, maybe we'll fight, and then again
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We'll pour ourselves one by one, remember the guys
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Everything will be so, not otherwise - and this is my way
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I'll wave a hundred grams for good luck and go out into the crowd,
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And time is ticking, the executioner will charge the harpoon
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Resin stretches in life and thoughts into the crowd
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Let their noses dig the ground and follow the footsteps
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Bass is pressing on your ears, let our ladies be here
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On the blue a pair of oblique ones so that the chest rises
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This culture, my son, I know where I'm going
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And let the blizzard cover its tracks,
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And we are in a circle tea, so as not to get cold
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Only the bearded one always knows my ways
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Na-na-na-na
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And let the sun warm your forehead
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And the blue wing will bazaar
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Let him walk and inspire fear
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In the surrounding yards (na-na-na-na)
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And let the blizzard cover its tracks
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Only bearded
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My ways are always known
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Na-na-na-na
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And let the sun warm your forehead
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Let him walk and inspire fear
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In the courtyards of the surrounding
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(Na-na-na-na) |