Let these years in the button accordion not bring pain to mom
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And everything that is acquired in life will not fit in your pocket
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Look, my eyes are in the trash, I don't throw my friends
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And the love that was loved is incurable by doctors
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Where before the arrival of a minute, under a beat from the heart and knock
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I write the message of life: "I'll understand everything, you hear, bitch"
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I squeeze my hand, there is faith, you will grab it in full for the cause
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In the bottomless room of darkness there is no hope limit
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Life, circle me with chalk, I use it boldly
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Let the steam locomotive knock down my fucking body
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The dream flew from the outskirts, in the dead heads we melt
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We pull the rainbow jig with a pin and feed the joy
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I'm in it for or past, you don't stick makeup on me
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Eating soulless creatures, you despise playfully
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You taught me so, under what - it doesn’t matter, captivated
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And give that truth, your own, thank you, you have not forgotten
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The strength of each word is taken as the basis
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Kill me with an overdose and I'll rise again
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The heart needs ice, the head needs straw
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And you need care, like a hydroponic bush
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By the tone of this background, a patient from a madhouse
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And there is no sweeter sleep than a deep coma
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Feet will jump into the water in a solution of concrete
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Your princess is a cow, a cardboard crown
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This is not "Love FM" broadcasting from a hangout
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Barbiturates with blood - recipes from the district
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And I used to feel so bad in a crowd of people
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It's like forty cabbage soup and only three cartridges
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And where there is little screaming, there are usually many moans.
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More originals, but fewer clones
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"In cramped, but not offended" - yes, fucked up, how cool
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Imagine there are only two cars in your subway
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For one: take it, put it out, for two: try it, choke it
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Fuck them from the heart, these dirty souls
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Even the sewers have forgotten how to listen
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There is no sound, but the deaf pricked up their ears
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Come on? |
Souls from the heart in my pocket lie
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Yes, the look is not greedy
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In a narrow circle, no one speaks Belarusian
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Start button, I will share a piece
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Thoughts on one thing - breakfast in the morning with a screw
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Snack music in dirty leggings, empty
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Soon the president will say that shit is also delicious
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Knit loops - art, slowly with smoke I treated the rhyme
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Gently, naturally, my thoughts are an abyss, I'm waiting for a meeting, honestly
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Spring, beguiled the demon, and the city is so crowded
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Lawlessness of the authorities, yes, it is useless to interfere with them
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We know our place: in porches and armchairs
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Fixed-route taxis, together to the last strength
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We suffocate from the heart, we hurry to the studio
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We value each other, we know they will live
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Our voices and souls among the rotten trash cans
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Since childhood, we serve hip-hop, we catch fish in a pool of blood
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Soul from the heart, our fire cannot be put out and let it snow in our eyes
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Our flag is higher than all peaks
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We are where the corpses are teeming, death is running from us
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Here the doctor is ready to sew your head on the dog
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How much do you need this time, tell me? |