We all come here to leave
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And more and more often not in old age, but by twenty-five
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One from barbitura, the second guy from cancer
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Life is one unfair fight
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Where are you one against eight billion
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Serotonin we put in pawnshops
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We put everything on the map with the hope of a share of luck
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The country is like a casino, you will be stripped from the start
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And, as you do not grab the sleeve, here for centuries
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Everything according to a well-coordinated system goes to the top
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And no matter how many croupiers changed, everything is the same, fuck
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Here everyone who sits down at the table is the same crook
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I'm going to all-in life without shit and fluff
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If the devil wants a holiday, I won't give my dowry
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I'm sure everything will return to those who messed up hard
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The sky, the most honest opera, follows in the footsteps of the hot
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I do not hide my eyes, I live as taught, always in good conscience
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For the last six months I have not watched the news at all
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There the same bitches share briefcases, chairs, tables
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Here the best children of the nation were driven into boilers
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While the son of a deputy in Miami catches a wave
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Here young guys are being taken by the Urals to the war
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And mom does not sleep and everything is waiting for her son to come home
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Whether he's a hero or not, it's important that he's just alive
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Presses pain on the heart
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Again I argue with fate
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So I'm still alive
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I'm alive - and every day is like a new fight
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Pain presses on the heart, tears flow like a river
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So I'm still alive
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I'm alive, but the wounds corrode the salt
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I am alive as long as there are faithful people around me
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I'm alive while we also broadcast to you from the studio
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I'm alive, but to be honest, I'm not afraid of death
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I'm alive as long as my heart is beating, I keep on fighting
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They tell me: “They will definitely put you in jail for these songs”
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In the rearview mirror, the guys in the black Passat
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And if you are listening to my phone, then pass there:
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Pushing me into a corner won't work, I'll go along the legs
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Know that we have nothing to hide in life
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There's a brand new album in the car if you decide to search
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Turn on the fifteenth track and just sit down and listen
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There are thousands with me and you can't jam our signals like that
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Hey, bureaucrat, get out of the car, look at all the horror
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Here people live for a month on the amount of one of your dinners
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And there is no point in talking about conscience and morality
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Here the people all became impoverished, and how to survive February?
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But I believe that not everything is lost in our country
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As long as there are a couple of worthy ones, we confidently
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I often hear thoughts about what to fuck,
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But since I got into this porridge, I will disentangle
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And don't murmur to me on thieves, I don't care about your rank
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While you are sharpening the rollback, we are quietly sharpening our swords
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And there will be a day, and there will be judgment. |
And let not today
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Not a single hundred deputies will go to heaven
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Presses pain on the heart
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Again I argue with fate
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So I'm still alive
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I'm alive - and every day is like a new fight
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Pain presses on the heart, tears flow like a river
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So I'm still alive
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I'm alive, but the wounds corrode the salt
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Presses pain on the heart
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Again I argue with fate
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So I'm still alive
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I'm alive - and every day is like a new fight
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Pain presses on the heart, tears flow like a river
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So I'm still alive |