Nerd:
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I can't forget, our running around in circles,
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Your tender, delicious, and slightly warm lips.
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I drank a lot then, and I cursed a lot,
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Rolling our relationship with you like cotton wool.
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I lived with another, thinking about you at night,
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Bosota from Yakimanka, always on the thieves' wave.
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Accustomed to drunk whores that under the round morning,
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They spread their legs after whispering in their ear.
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Accustomed to someone else's hut, some kind of Vasya,
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Burning down like a candle to the ground, in a ** boss party.
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At night, hear the voices that spirits bring me,
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Run away into the light, away from this pack and bitch.
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Byba:
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It's hard to play openly, but it's better to know the whole truth,
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You so wanted it yourself, and I opened the cards for you.
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From that April to March, smiles, gifts,
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After all, so much time is wasted, but to be honest, it’s not a pity.
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From the very beginning I smelled this betrayal,
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But he extinguished himself with the fact that time will tell everything.
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My preconceived notions, moments of distrust,
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You led away from doubts, forcing me to believe.
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It's easy to look from the side, but it's hard to be inside,
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I was inside and saw everything from the side.
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So stupid to confuse our names and numbers,
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It was so hard to admit that you, like everyone else, are for sale.
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Look for excuses for you, I don’t know in your place,
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I would disappear somewhere, and don't consider it flattery.
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That you are beautiful. |
But beauty is afraid of wrinkles,
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I always knew that women are dumber than men.
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Nerd:
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I ran headlong, but did not see the road,
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On the roof under the stars, I asked God for an answer.
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Overgrown with sins, I became miserable,
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Burning out love, more and more often on a fat road.
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I even tried to be treated, but it didn’t work out well,
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I still kept the slips in the elevator on Tretyakovskaya.
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I missed you, but did not show it,
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I was only rescued on the sheet by a naive lyre.
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I looked at people, at the smiles of passers-by,
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He smiled in response, goosebumps running.
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God, how I wanted to feel the warm rain then,
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So that he can wash away the dirt with which I am stained with lies. |