The harsh February burns the cheeks in this air.
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There are many crystals, penetrating deep and crushing my brain.
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Thoughts chaotically fight for a place of importance.
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Maybe I'll forgive when God forgives.
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I move further around the area.
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The snow crunches under the Nikes, I'm lonely.
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Time to tighten all the nuts.
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Fuck you so smiling - today is a funeral!
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Follow me, be silent, erase your smile, it's almost noon.
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High-rise buildings are crushing superstructures, with yellow lights.
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In the kindergarten it became clear, the outgrowth was burnt.
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We are looking for something in this life, more beautiful than death.
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The circus always brings animals, the circus is always visiting,
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The city breathes otherwise we do not know all the subtleties.
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Faithful to the human through the cell and to the marrow of the bones.
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The walls of transitions will tell us the inside story.
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And neither Manezhka nor Bolotnaya will help us.
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Chorus: 2 times
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This is a segment, thoughts are driven into the distance by a whirlwind.
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I will accept this February.
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My personal list - I clench steel in my fist.
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And you accept this February.
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Call the guys, ask when they will come to eat with us.
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Keep up the goldfinch, what is his future?
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How will I drink compote today in a canteen with porridge.
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Let's just be quiet, let's just don't ask anything.
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Insolence, like a prizeless punks.
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It walks in our blood, being considered shameless.
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The guys left young, death does not like the queue.
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Mothers lost sons, lost daughters.
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And here we go with him, he is the one whom fate is merciless.
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She dragged her by the collar from cellars to playgrounds.
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According to our shchi, that ruthlessness is considered.
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With which our February essentially distributed bream to us.
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Did you call? |
Parents are already in the dining room.
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His father is blue as always, nothing new.
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But for now we are breathing, let's stop happiness here.
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Another segment, February - hello.
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Chorus: 2 times |