| Be in love? |
| Forgive? |
| Yes, fuck it to the point
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| It's easier to get through with a bat, to the heart - with a bullet
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| Throw a couple of tips and hang Christ not on a cheap twine, but on a golden cepule
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| Of those who wear the cross, how many do not care
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| That there are those who will not take away theirs
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| Yes, and hardly anything is really expected
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| Those who celebrate the holidays, well, not more consciously than need
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| You are the right kid, love your neighbor
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| Yesterday, with his neighbors, he who came out of the circle was fiercely kicked
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| I know many who even fast
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| To whom it is necessary to cut oneself in rotten deeds, and not in food. I do not argue, everyone is free to choose,
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| But he who truly seeks a temple will find it in an open field
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| We didn't search, but said "here we are"
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| What is the price of what was found without searching?
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| There are fairy tales, there are jokes
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| Giving no answer from anywhere, nor who you are,
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| But it was clearly explained to us over the box
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| There consumerism is a real cult, and behind this we are just meat
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| And if you don’t believe in anything, believe that you won’t find joy yourself
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| That you won't inhale coke before death
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| Remember the main thing, because
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| Life was not breathed into you so that you would breathe death
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| In search of benefits for yourself
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| It's so easy to lose ground
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| But remember, someone spoke up for you
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| The very first word
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| I crossed myself, but the storms will die down
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| And you forget again
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| Remember, someone spoke up for you
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| That very first word
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| Thousands of broken copies, because the world does not accumulate experience
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| “We drown the priest. |
| Hey, tell me, what is folk opium for?"
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| The killer is hitting the clone, which shakes the term and operas,
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| But there is a brisk business in the temples, and Christ is the hero of a rock opera
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| Until I watched the clock, I walked around the Patriarchal
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| We watched the clock for lyam on the hand of the patriarch
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| How did it happen that the Lord in rags walked barefoot,
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| And his servant with a censer in a golden cassock is dressed up?
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| And there is no need to embellish, because yaga, smoke -
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| Everywhere, like vice berries, and I saw mares
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| Believers allegedly, the one who is three in one punisher,
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| But the morality of the girls was clearly applied
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| At Easter, the number grew, but how, the fun grows,
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| And evil pastured the minds of sheep that need a shepherd
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| Gone somewhere closer to Lent
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| After all, prayers to lose weight are not effective
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| And everything is smooth there, as if on rosin
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| In this exaltation against the background of a general cacophony
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| After all, even grandmas are susceptible to temptations, like Afonya:
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| They ask for money for icons - just like in an iPhone
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| You can wear a cross here in full chest, have an Aryan gender
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| To be at least acquainted with the Archbishop of Canterbury
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| Only there are regular zeros, if not Julia, bro,
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| But such people are not allowed even close to the gates of paradise
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| In search of benefits for yourself
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| It's so easy to lose ground
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| But remember, someone spoke up for you
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| The very first word
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| I crossed myself, but the storms will die down
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| And you forget again
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| Remember, someone spoke up for you
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| That very first word |