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they wanted all of us just freedom at once
our plane takes off into the sky but without a pilot
and here we are not alone, believe us there are many
to be holy, now you do not need to believe in God

put the miracle for later into words less truth
the generation that youth left in the bards
in these porches a part of the soul on a jacket of fine
cigarette patushil looking at the stars

pour another bro for you and me
on dippers 35 plus but the snow does not melt
hammer tobacco by thinking deeper
we do not get younger but definitely better

increasingly appreciate loved ones yesterday the boy was vil
holding blitz krieg with baby eyes
tara more and more where now love and doves
gain altitude and fly over the cities

the Beatles hid their eyes under the skin
I recognized your smile among passers-by
furs absorbed completely a substitute for sadness
we are in a hurry to write poetry until he lets go

slowly gaze covering the whole world
saw something happy among other people's apartments
gray empty paintings where the muse captivated
we sprinkle salt wounds and drink tequila

Yes, not a musician did not seem to dream of becoming one
a short biography is written in the texts
spent one third of living on rap
if I breathe it means I haven’t died in a notebook

just to remain whole and indivisible
for my mistakes yourself you are not measles moms
there are so much dust in gray sovetski postcards
we forget what we all loved

come on a hundred on brudershaft time flies
and a balloon wouldn’t hurt us here
we fly above the sky for flocks of gulls
brew stronger tea drown the sadness in it

I moved a little away from the topic of romance
where now those braids golfiki yupochki bows
stop signs bucket bottles and bratka
bugs caps pins padded pad