| Outside it is snow, yet we moving steady
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| In my town it cold; |
| Kharkovchanka ready
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| Vadim stuck at home, all his fuel deep froze
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| Meanwhile blas-blas-blasting, going where we do not need roads
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| Massive living cabin, placed on a tank carriage
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| All this Slavic steel, conquer Arctic it will manage
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| Cover massive distance, slowly sipping on that grey tea
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| Uamee start moving when outside is -80
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| Kharkovchanka, it is built to last
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| It is lada of the snow that nothing has surpassed
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| Kharkovchanka, it is built to last
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| The kharkovchanka is so good, we made into hardbass!
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| Kharkovchanka!
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| Kharkovchanka!
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| Kharkovchanka!
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| Kharkovchanka!
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| Diesel frozen, big snow scoop
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| Thicker than a Slavic soup
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| Rolling cold without a tank, a gopnik in a Kharkovchanka
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| Kharkovchanka, it is built to last
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| It is lada of the snow that nothing has surpassed
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| Kharkovchanka, it is built to last
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| The kharkovchanka is so good, we made into hardbass!
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| Gopnik in a kharkovchanka!
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| Kharkovchanka!
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| Kharkovchanka!
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| Kharkovchanka!
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| Kharkovchanka!
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| Kharkovchanka! |
| Kharkovchanka!
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| Kharkovchanka!
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| Kharkovchanka! |