And I have to blow up and spit
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What will the bastards say behind your back
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And I have something to say, to tell everyone
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I unwind the essence like yarn
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In pursuit of money, people lose their minds
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Brother throws brother for paper drawing
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Everything is decided by the amount, now honor has a price
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Each imbecile climbs onto the stage with Mike
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Heroes are changing
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And sometimes I don't know if there is something alive in people
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Exactly five minutes ago you threw your brains out
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Children do not know Akhmatova, but they know Shurygina
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Demons climb over the edge
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And today, my spoiled paradise is burning
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Everyone in pursuit of hype goes to extreme measures
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There is neither love nor longing, there is neither truth nor faith
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Life is not at all simple
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Life will ask: well, who have you become?
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Life can lift, or it can break
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It is only important not to lose conscience
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Life tells me: break in boy
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But how can I understand and not go beyond?
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Tell me, where is this threshold, where is the devil, where is God?
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There is a madhouse all around and everything has a source and an end
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A bunch of fake temples, a bunch of boors at the wheel
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Each female, as on cards, is a two-faced lady
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And the devils climb right into my soul over the fence
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And I'm a kind person, but sometimes I need a trunk
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Warning in the air
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And this track is for those who are looking for their island in the sea of mud
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I am not a saint, not an apostle
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I want to live with dignity, but it's not easy
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I don’t get high kneading this swamp all my life
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I need my money, but not at the expense of someone
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I need my loved ones, I need this scene
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There are few worthy in the world, but I know priceless
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Life is not at all simple
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Life will ask: well, who have you become?
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Life can lift, or it can break
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It is only important not to lose conscience
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Life is not at all simple
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Life will ask: well, who have you become?
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Life can lift, or it can break
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It is only important not to lose conscience |