Текст песни арбенина - след

Where planes fly every hour for two,
And my dog ​​grows like grass.
Watch Nefertiti rustle of tires,
And you are not in a hurry to meet with me.
In this house the songs sung for a hundred years,
In this house of alcohol as a coin,
What's stored in Begemotova hole
And leaving scattered on the table
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Here in the fireplace going and gentlemen,
And then poraspolzalis all directions,
Recognizable from the fringe stages,
And the house itself was burned as we are.
Here in the fireplace conjured Almodovar,
It happened our first winter,
Shadow gradually numb as in a dream,
Smiling, leaving on the wall
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There were cornfields,
I observe and not frowned land
About shelters anxiety and love,
Oh yes shoots before the first bleeding.
And perhaps it's time here is over
My life from love to ax,
A random flawless account there,
They were left in me
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