| Hey hey a.
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| What will you do to me, I'm in another city
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| The forest is like Belovezh, pigeons outside the window
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| Former ice holes, I'm a minion of fate
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| Everything that someone else's I'll take, because you never know
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| What will you do to me, I'm in another city
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| The forest is like Belovezh, pigeons outside the window
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| Former ice holes, I'm a minion of fate
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| Everything that someone else's I'll take, because it's not enough for me
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| What will you do to me, I'm in another city
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| The forest is like Belovezh, pigeons outside the window
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| Former ice holes, I'm a minion of fate
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| Everything that someone else's I'll take, because you never know
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| What will you do to me, I'm in another city
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| The forest is like Belovezh, pigeons outside the window
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| Former ice holes, I'm a minion of fate
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| Everything that someone else's I'll take, because it's not enough for me
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| Pass by, I'm not responsible for you
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| You can even burn yourself after us
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| I am a heretic, but not Abelard
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| Manipulator Ellochka-cannibal
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| Lost her soul in fucking trifles and things
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| Even if they sent me bitch into space
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| I would never take these emotions seriously
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| I'll die alone, oh how beautiful it is
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| Around only books are wine and smoke masochism
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| I'd rather fuck my own brain, believe me
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| It's hard not to get sick next to a tumor
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| Laughing at you, friend, heel on the neck
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| Why are you stupid, free yourself from the fetters
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| Drive the verse out of the whores' carriages
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| Like not Lyokha Nikonov, but a damned poet
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| What will you do to me, I'm in another city
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| The forest is like Belovezh, pigeons outside the window
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| Former ice holes, I'm a minion of fate
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| Everything that someone else's I'll take, because you never know
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| What will you do to me, I'm in another city
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| The forest is like Belovezh, pigeons outside the window
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| Former ice holes, I'm a minion of fate
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| Everything that someone else's I'll take, because it's not enough for me
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| And I'm inside the tenderloin, even though the coat of arms of the hero
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| It always happens, a person is weak,
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| But take a knife in your hands and check the raw meat
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| More blood than possible in the hearts
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| I rejected, I killed and probably not in vain
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| My malice is shackles and I am a man, a slave
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| And I found my freedom in these spots
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| Mishima, Genet, Pasolini, I'm an eagle in the dovecote
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| What will you do to me, I'm in another city
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| The forest is like Belovezh, pigeons outside the window
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| Former ice holes, I'm a minion of fate
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| Everything that someone else's I'll take, because you never know
|
| What will you do to me, I'm in another city
|
| The forest is like Belovezh, pigeons outside the window
|
| Former ice holes, I'm a minion of fate
|
| Everything that someone else's I'll take, because it's not enough for me
|
| What will you do to me, I'm in another city
|
| The forest is like Belovezh, pigeons outside the window
|
| Former ice holes, I'm a minion of fate
|
| Everything that someone else's I'll take, because you never know
|
| What will you do to me, I'm in another city
|
| The forest is like Belovezh, pigeons outside the window
|
| Former ice holes, I'm a minion of fate
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| Everything that someone else's I'll take, because it's not enough for me |