Your idols from posters, in the end I jump from the roofs
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While the mouse sniffs the cheese, while the hashish smolders
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Your idols from posters, in the end I jump from the roofs
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While the mouse sniffs the cheese, while the hashish smolders
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Your idols from posters, in the end I jump from the roofs
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While the mouse sniffs the cheese, while the hashish smolders
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Your idols from posters, in the end I jump from the roofs
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While the mouse sniffs the cheese, while the hashish smolders
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While you breathe, while the hashish smolders
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Do you hear the drops fall from the roofs
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Ugar without falsehood and lies, I decided so, in a hurry, sinned
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And I took it for money, and you are all so good
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You are like galoshes, everyone is alike
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And definitely everyone here owes you something,
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But it's already difficult, the alarm was false
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It's not safe to move in an abandoned basement
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It is sometimes simply impossible not to carefully collect rams
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The truth is laid in the coffins while the hashish is smoldering
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Your wife is naked, the situation is tense here
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While the hashish is smoldering, fuck the bong
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Smoke to the ceiling is a long time
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The sound of drums will break right under your skin
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For every Tarantino there is a Balabanov
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You will be shaking like an ass from Brazilian carnivals
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And I will open your head, eat all the cockroaches,
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In the meantime, hashish is smoldering, I'm not building grandiose plans
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How many dead fish are hidden in a bag by pelicans
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Right in your face? |
Or in magazine paper
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And so many channels came out from some of these anals
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This is a jungle from quarters, I wear Papuan beads
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Knows how we can turn you into a wild animal
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An unsaid phrase settled in each throat
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It's no secret that there is playing in the playlist of the p**oras
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And again the re-glued vase fell to the floor
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It seems that I understood absolutely everything, but damn since what time
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Under any medicine, the infection still hides,
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But we only look straight ahead, look impudently into both eyes
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Stay silent between the abyss of obscurity
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I hid my desire, to convey my meaning
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Than torn in speeches, it’s better to blur in a smile
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And than to carry a load on my shoulders, I'd rather taste the smoke
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These are the remains of the human that you love to taste so much
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Digging in someone else's underwear, what are you wearing yourself
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Everyone feeds on what he got on thorny roads,
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But whoever is not discriminating in taste, the one from him carries
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This is the knowledge of light through pitch darkness
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You didn’t understand, thoughts didn’t surface and you are dragged along the bottom
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While the hashish is smoldering here, there is still time to think
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What is freedom for you and where is your ceiling in it
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The stupid herd is fed with hay, the shade is pale on the faces
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Chains on the necks, draw your own conclusion
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And it makes no sense to crucify, everyone eats their own shit,
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And here your feelings for everyone here f**k like a stain on a T-shirt
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Your idols from posters, in the end I jump from the roofs
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While the mouse sniffs the cheese, while the hashish smolders
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Your idols from posters, in the end I jump from the roofs
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While the mouse sniffs the cheese, while the hashish smolders
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Your idols from posters, in the end I jump from the roofs
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While the mouse sniffs the cheese, while the hashish smolders
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Your idols from posters, in the end I jump from the roofs
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While the mouse sniffs the cheese, while the hashish smolders |