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There's no sign of a quiet life here.

Well, fuck her, in my opinion, to those who climb with their bellies on a knife

Everyone thought then that a normal boy would be in me

Mom cooked borscht, dad fed me with slaps on the back of the head.

And by the look of me, you wouldn't give me more than 20.

But my knee hurts, my fresh look is ruined.

Those who want more than stars in uniform will knock on my door.

These bitches are drowning as they want, drowning like kittens.

And I, I will sit until the end of this boring premiere,

Better not whine, wait, we'll watch it to the end, what will happen with this bitch.

And even if I'm not the first, I am absolutely sure,

That in the future I will serve as a good example for the little ones.

And this bitch is not the same, maybe he sat like in a cast iron, with his feet in concrete.

bullshit, like a cop nodding to a witness.

And if I'm breaking into your house, open up, it's not hard for me.

[1?] face and break your bones.

And everyone said that God was with him, but late at night

At about 2 o'clock by the clock he was scratching his head.

Everything is extremely clear and simple,

He simply gave all the money to the guys at their request.

So that he wouldn't slash his fucking incisor.

Something is wrong with this world, tell me, mirror,

Mirror, will we have enough strength or will they carry us all on a stretcher?

And to ask for forgiveness for what I myself have achieved.

Don't go, if you want it to be the same, just ask the f*ck how.

All this is not at dad's expense, but all in stages,

And it wasn't easy to press the keys and alt-tab there. To be honest, we are always careful tabs.

Not to trample your opinion - let's go fucking wild,

And I will dance in the sky, you know it.

When Eternal Spring plays at the funeral.

And while the flock is still moving the joint on the fashionable one,

I'm just Ves, keep scrolling.

Chorus:

Tuned in to the right frequency,

And we are here so often that you went out at the same hour.

Let's blow it up from behind the ear, let's start shooting here in a circle,

I won't understand anything until I get hit in the forehead.

Tuned in to the right frequency.

Tuned in to the right frequency,

And we are here so often that you went out at the same hour. Let's blow it up from behind the ear, let's start shooting around here,

I won't understand anything until I get hit in the forehead.

Until I go to the bottom...