It turned out a track about me, I'll tell you in sketch
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About the fire that warms, about my lifestyle
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About my lifestyle, about the window to my office
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It is here in the role of a creative prism
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About the war of my nature with my will
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There is no victory, or there is and I am not happy with it
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About the protest of my mind against how
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Good news from God not fully written
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Track about me, about my work as a courier
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Delivery to cities, directly to the stage to the curtain
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Where the spotlight blinds in the blue smoke of mysteries
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I do it better and faster
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A track about the struggle with art, about internal conflicts
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About craving for web resources that are so stuck on
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About my unsupportable plans
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About the process that devours strength, but does not give songs
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About how naive, overly on-screen nonsense infuriates
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Although I myself am not alien to this genre
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About praise, which I do not need at all,
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But how many views on YouTube I want to know
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About insights that come to me on heights
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Ten km in long-distance flights
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About confusion at the sight of comets
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After all, after dreams come true, dreams are bad
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And does my name matter here?
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After all, someone feels this world the same way
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We are all different, each is priceless,
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But someone feels this world the same way
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And does my name matter here?
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After all, someone feels this world the same way
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In general, this track is for the episode where in the dead of night
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Fast train carries someone into the distance, rumbles
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Someone is sorry, but we urgently need to hurry, because
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This is the call of the soul, when it is impossible not to be in time
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Something like this was planned, but something else came out
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A track about me, what I'm happy about and what I'm worried about
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About what happiness and strength I am full of
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After selected films, novels, albums
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In the track about me there will be lines about her
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Rather, this is the main thing, without which the track is dumb
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This girl is all relatives and soul and mind
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Until the end of days we will get together
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It remains to slightly complement your image
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The fact that envy, self-interest, pride, narrow-mindedness
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They live in me and burden me with their burden
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So there are no big illusions about me,
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But the sun will rise, something will shine inside
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And inexplicably it dawns on me
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The main thing for me is always grateful to remember this
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About the true, about the infinite, about the light
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And does my name matter here?
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After all, someone feels this world the same way
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We are all different, each is priceless,
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But someone feels this world the same way
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And does my name matter here?
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After all, someone feels this world the same way
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We are all different, each is priceless,
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But someone feels this world the same way |