Chorus:
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Rustling underfoot - all that we took
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Rustle underfoot - we don't need more
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A rustle under your feet... A rustle under your feet...
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Rustling underfoot - all that we took
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Rustle underfoot - we don't need more
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A rustle under your feet... A rustle under your feet...
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Verse (XXV frame):
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Rustle of papers, I'm so excited...
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It's hard to be prepared for such sudden turns!
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Everything is so serious ... Oh, God, God!
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No need for unnecessary talk, I already understood everything
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It's not a dream, it's here, it's now, the game has gone so far
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You can't see the sky, papers in the wind fly above white clouds
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I tried, God knows, to fill a huge skyscraper with this greenery!
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Leaves are falling from the sky, they can't stop
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Type-type top, tipi top, tipi-teepee top, tipi-teepee top, tipi-top, tipi-top-top
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Under the sole of the sea of banknotes. |
I won't go further. |
Further deep
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I don't want to go to the bottom! |
I'm fine here!
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I searched and I found, they cover me with my head, waves of brand new banknotes are taken away
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oxygen…
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And I'm almost not breathing... I'm almost not breathing...
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Chorus:
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Rustling underfoot - all that we took
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Rustle underfoot - we don't need more
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A rustle under your feet... A rustle under your feet...
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Rustling underfoot - all that we took
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Rustle underfoot - we don't need more
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A rustle under your feet... A rustle under your feet...
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Verse (DILLADANK):
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Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa I look so high
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I choose, I'm waiting for someone to fuck for a couple of banknotes
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My evil fate, okay!
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Forced to play, okay!
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Mom, dad, I'm not gay! |
I just want to sing like that!
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How can I and some label will sign me - I'm so glad!
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I flutter like a fairy when there is a lot of hair dryer, I write an album in an hour,
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But where is my money, sales, concerts, interest, currencies, calls, addresses?
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I wrote a lot of texts in a notebook - I strongly believed in myself
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It was necessary, like you, to save up all your life for something, put it in a closet and pray:
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"God, fucking help!"
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But I don't want to give to chance what I earn myself!
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Papers won't help you, because I'm standing behind you!
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Eh, money-money, where are you, where are you, when is it necessary?
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Dreams, dreams, but getting up so early again tomorrow...
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Eh, money, money, you always make such a wound...
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I had a dream, in a dream I was a stack of paper!
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Chorus:
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Rustling underfoot - all that we took
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Rustle underfoot - we don't need more
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A rustle under your feet... A rustle under your feet...
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Rustling underfoot - all that we took
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Rustle underfoot - we don't need more
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A rustle under your feet... A rustle under your feet... |