Back and forth I walk along the tumbleweed
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Today everything will not end, tomorrow even more so
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On the pocket the scent of fallen leaves (wee)
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We put down roots here and pull sprouts to the sun (hey)
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Walking back and forth in (on) tumbleweed (uh)
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Today everything will not end, tomorrow even more (e)
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We all should have time to say goodbye
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Until I became stunted, until I stumbled (no)
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Like those heroes who scream about happiness (happiness)
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But they themselves can no longer glue their parts (parts)
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Rolled a mutton horn into khinkali (yf)
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It was normally stuck under "Porushka early" (e)
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Russian classics in the building
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Let the lines fall into color - salute, Scriabin (paraba-pa-pa)
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Autumn will tell what will happen to us (what, what)
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In the meantime, a baby is twerking with her brains nearby (bay)
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I will run through memory in boots, through humus
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I will wave my heel to everyone, but they will not overtake me
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Atmospheric style, I'll probably leave it here
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Among the blocks of panels we play against the clock
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Week after week in thoughts busy with business
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And the signature on the tile will be "The demo has flown"
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On the pocket the aroma of fallen leaves (shu)
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We put down roots here and pull sprouts to the sun (hey)
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Back and forth I walk along the tumbleweed
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Today everything will not end, tomorrow even more so
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On the pocket the scent of fallen leaves (e)
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We're rooting to the sun here, pulling sprouts (hey)
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Walking back and forth in the tumbleweed (hey)
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Today everything will not end, tomorrow even more so
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Atmospheric style with a drill will drill all the brains (y)
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And let the barge haulers on the Volga not catch sterlet (no)
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Here the boys even without shag lay fucking (woo)
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While you sweetly microphone in your beds (hey ha)
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A fruitful autumn sets the table, hey
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We are covered too, hey, it happens, hey
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Forget smoking, it kills, hey
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Hit it harder and blow it up again, hey
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I'm flying off here (wow) such a life, hey
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I run across the clearing (whoosh) from edge to edge, hey,
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And what's beyond the horizon, only the sun knows, hey
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Only the sun knows, hey, only the sun knows, hey
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On the pocket the aroma of fallen leaves (shu)
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We put down roots here and pull sprouts to the sun (hey)
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I walk back and forth across the rolling field
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Today everything will not end, tomorrow even more so
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On the pocket the scent of fallen leaves (wee)
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We put down roots here and pull sprouts to the sun (hey)
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Walking back and forth on (on) tumbleweed (uh)
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Today everything will not end, tomorrow even more (e)
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(On the pocket the scent of fallen leaves)
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Watch the video clip/Listen to the song online Zaraza — Tumbleweed (feat. Hedgehog Ezhov) |