Текст песни Никита Дорофеев - Анима

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There is no heat in the dark vestibule.
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Blow to the edge of the glass
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And if you smoke a cigarette.
In station plastic and concrete
A train creeps in like a python.
With banderlog inside.
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Amid the depths of the lines
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Its starting report,
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Us human children
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Fate takes a pencil.

Us - human cubs
Fate will take in Pi - Er - Square
And in the thick will enter the catalog.
Slightly try on the fang
And give a brand new shortcut
With the convenient word "Banderlog."
Yes, our life is a photo montage.
One huge Groundhog Day.
Fate takes a pencil
Having removed the index from the trigger.

For the sake of wounds and bruises
Life throws us like marmots -
Do not tumble - do not sing.
To either side of rowing
The world repeats itself
Well, none of us are fresh.
We ride, feeling our backs
Short beak of a pencil.
With a huge early through.
This is the soul, my friend, the soul.