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Don't even think about our northwest central
Drinking craft beer in my block
In another creative cluster, fuck
Where do so many creative people come from?

To fill half of these spaces at least?
The factories are standing - there are only startups around
Yes, I've been to many places and seen a lot
Via your Chinese google cardboard viar

There is simply no foreign passport, so what?
Everywhere everything is standard and the same
Get down to the bottom of the Mariana Trench
In a red cap like Jacques Yves Cousteau

The same shops, the same people, somewhere just cleaner
People are arranged like this - everyone is looking for something aimlessly.
No universal truth, no global ideas
I just want everything to be like people

But people everywhere have the same meaningless faces
Only the numbers in the geolocation differ
Fuck it all, I call the police outfit
An elegant tragus will arrive, the sergeant will be glad

Explain to me how important it is to appreciate simple things.
And take you to where the champagne bottles are empty
Will teach me to control my anger -
The basis of the totalitarian education of the proletarians

Yes, someone's life is like sparkling, but I just have vinegar
For that the Leningrad region is the size of two Benelux
Isn't this a serious reason for patriotism?
After all, the goal of the Russian patriot is to hug all the birches

Run around all the fields and breathe all the wind into them
In this largest country on the planet
And thousands of kilometers of railways will convince everyone
Everything is the same here

Everything is the same here, there is simply nothing to change.
And in every century there will certainly be a seventeenth.
The main thing is not to forget that history is cyclical.
And a fire will break out from an unextinguished match

fall asleep in fear hearing footsteps on the stairs
Thinking about what is better to do: burn the papers or hang yourself.
to attack Berlin in the boots of a fellow soldier,
The nurse will carry you mortally wounded from the battlefield.

Get vodka coupons from the White House to go under the tanks.
In October, the ninety-third die during the assault on Ostankino.
See the crying Yeltsin, who leaves.
Wake up feeling like you were dreaming of something, like ...

Only anxiety and incomprehensible fear will remain ...
All the same. History is cyclical. The circle is already closing.