I want to live like in a fairy tale
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But life crumpled the pages for me.
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Gloomy faces everywhere.
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I would have fun all my life,
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A bump is smoking on the foil.
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Mine smoke too. |
God, it looks like heaven
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Despite all the passers-by.
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The evil ones are roaring somewhere and a couple of the same himself,
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But now killed in the trash, I send greetings to the pigeons.
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Vadniga belaraga smolders slowly paper,
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Bugaga-ga bugaga-ga let the banks smoke.
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From muzla dough I don’t need staff forever
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I read all the fucked up pedals into the clouds.
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Don't give a damn about your opinion stink generation
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Sometimes there is no place to be good here.
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I would live like a plant
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A beautiful plant is a beautiful plant, a beautiful one lives.
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Get stuck in my arms, hug me tight,
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Fuck what they treat us, we ourselves wake everyone up to treat.
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I dissolve in clouds of smoke like the sweetest dream,
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Nature gives us meaning, we take it in full.
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Chorus:
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Turn on dilute the melody of Merage May.
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Breathe in, breathe out!
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Turn on dilute the melody of Merage May.
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Breathe in, breathe out!
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Roy or paradise, her or guy.
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Yes, even under the ground, drip the heat here, heat is paradise,
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Words intertwine and overflow
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Try to guess who has a palace and who has a barn.
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Even a squalid shack can turn out to be a temple.
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I am not a Negro just because my mother washed with soap.
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Our difference with you is like lave and lava,
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After all, my head was wrapped in a shala, your slut.
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Guru Dala Lama and marijuana are with us,
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The traces of an airplane are carried into the sky.
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How many thoughts are boundless under one Panama
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And the wasteland will seem like a fabulous glade to you.
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Ah, what an extraterrestrial panorama after the plan.
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Give me a picket, you don't need balm for your soul.
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Everything is brighter, brighter, brighter, brighter colors.
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My karma stinks of rubber, sweat, rags.
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Chorus:
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Turn on dilute the melody of Merage May.
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Breathe in, breathe out!
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Turn on dilute the melody of Merage May.
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Breathe in, breathe out!
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Here I am. |
Purely so without fawn,
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As usual, I slow down, there is an accident in my head.
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I am for positive and I like to joke,
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But not everyone will be able to appreciate my jokes.
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Well, figs with him, the style has long been confused,
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If he really exists, let him be *banuty.
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Two green ones, one black one and Artyom bakes us beats,
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Fuck, I don't know yet, I don't know for the payroll.
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Periodically, we keep these reports, just for fun,
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Rhythmic head shots, exciting, like a huge bong.
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A lump in the throat of someone who is mad with fat,
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We have fun without you, here is revenge, smoke and vein.
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Since childhood, we have been given this atmosphere
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And in winter there is summer, if you know the measure of everything.
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To be the first does not mean to be examples,
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The main thing is that the sun warms and the white raga plays.
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Chorus:
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Turn on dilute the melody of Merage May.
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Breathe in, breathe out!
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Turn on dilute the melody of Merage May.
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Breathe in, breathe out! |