| First couplet:
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| We often lie and think about what will happen tomorrow,
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| So then, we sleepily chew our breakfast somehow.
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| We spit on the health of the digestive tract,
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| Let's write a beer to my brother briefly,
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| Here you can’t understand what kind of mother she really is,
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| You are right now with me in the trash here, and someone lives sweetly,
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| Someone is in the castle chambers, our apartment is like a tent,
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| How to live there is a five-hat, let's divide brother,
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| And everyone is free to be as he thinks
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| Someone will score on everything, and someone will try their luck,
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| People live in a warm paradise and quietly freeze,
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| We are in the Urals in the cold and our fire does not die out,
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| Fuck your feng shui remember
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| Life never helps those who are always moaning,
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| And not all these essays of fucking gossip columns are about us,
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| And what would happen if you didn’t climb on the windowsill ...
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| Second couplet:
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| Years run after them, you can't keep up,
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| The main thing is not to fly into the oncoming lane when you accelerate,
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| Don't give a fuck if your belt is fastened or not,
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| Hit the brakes in time so as not to drive into the stump,
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| We each have a pass here,
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| And we will all meet at the end at the last party,
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| Then I'll drink the last drop of vodka.
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| The hangover will end, only pictures will remain ...
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| But, as long as I'm alive and thinking sensibly,
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| Bro, I will always give you fire, I will always charge you,
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| The older I am, the more often I am sober,
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| I didn’t become cocky, I just believe in this stuff useful,
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| Catch respect, we have so much to do,
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| Someone to love someone to forget to want
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| Read about something, sing, tie something up,
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| Take a break to say... |