| I'll take a picture at the colored fountain, pull myself up
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| On the horizontal bar ten times for youth, I will set the pulse
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| In the evening the embankment is full, I will slap
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| According to the power meter, oh, it hurts, fucking, spit three times
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| I'm wearing flip flops, a khaki T-shirt, where I dug
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| That sparkly outfit?  | 
| I run like a huckster
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| Bag with a pattern.  | 
| It is unlikely that he himself would recognize
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| I asked the cops where the bus station was.  | 
| It would be better to know
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| Nobody looks, doesn't know, like in such a suit
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| Out of my head "for" and "against", the entire State Duma
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| Tired of thinking that I have different fates everywhere
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| That the cosmos is reasonable, and look for meaning in the surreal
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| I took corn, beer in plastic - well, that
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| On people's faces shades of holiday and peace
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| Rested, simple, cool so I'm among them
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| I'll go behind the tree.  | 
| Damn, two glasses, look away
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| What brought me, how did I slow down here?
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| Complex number of quantum random forces
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| Crowded seashore, I'm in shorts, a T-shirt and slippers
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| My path is both natural ... and mysterious
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| Stop thinking too much about yourself already
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| Don't save the world, stop this masquerade
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| And stop thinking too much about yourself
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| The sky is starry, the air is sea, the heat subsided
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| Stop thinking too much about yourself already
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| Don't save the world, stop this masquerade
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| And stop thinking too much about yourself
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| Starry sky, sea air ...
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| I will sit next to my aunt for free.  | 
| Could I
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| Consider her a girl, not an aunt.  | 
| What am I proud?
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| The beer is gone, everything on the bus is drowsy
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| Lie down on the bottom.  | 
| Auntie squints a little.  | 
| What is there for her?
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| Maybe I'm without a ticket, he thinks.  | 
| Maybe pushed her?
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| What's wrong?  | 
| Everything looks.  | 
| Ay, oh yeah
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| Damn, you recognized me.  | 
| Rejoices and googled
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| Damn, she spoke.  | 
| “Yes, yes, yes, the face is a little plump”
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| Well, don't be surprised, I like to look at life
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| I'm getting used to the role, the character "simple man"
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| I am writing the plot.  | 
| Don't say "let go"
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| Yes, I am a little familiar with this one.  | 
| Yes, I was friends with another
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| selfie?  | 
| Yes please.  | 
| They won't believe, here's a surprise
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| I pretended that I was driving up, open the door
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| Came out at night in fucking, even if you swear
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| Well, the woman found out.  | 
| Well, what are you, a runaway prince?
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| Stop thinking too much about yourself already
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| Don't save the world, stop this masquerade
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| And stop thinking too much about yourself
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| The sky is starry, the air is sea, the heat subsided
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| Stop thinking too much about yourself already
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| Don't save the world, stop this masquerade
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| And stop thinking too much about yourself
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| Starry sky, sea air ... |