Текст песни Е. Летов и Инструкция по выживанию - Моя северная страна

Album: A Survival Guide
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My childhood was ... To hell with him, with my childhood.
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Childhood suffered plenty of sweets -
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To realize the right of everyone.
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Right from his childhood in the maze of plants.
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A cubic meter of clean air,
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A kind of poetry, slogans,
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Square inches total living space,
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Shoulder to shoulder - in an endless queue.

Chorus.
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Oh-oh-oh-oh!
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Oh! My northern country!
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Oh-oh-oh-oh!
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Oh! My northern country!
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Oh-oh-oh-oh!
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Oh! My northern country!
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My northern country!

From disease blind conviction
immunities necessary
Year after year, "forward, without a past"
Consoling duty and falsehood.
Magic ash love hunger,
In winter, the frozen atrophy of the city,
How numb fingers at the throat,
Sad face second-class carriages.

Chorus.

This country is not accepted to cry,
Here, every day is available as
War tempered rolled steel,
That he did not last long.
Square holes prison corridors,
Iron veins military cordons,
Bloody foam century-old discord,
Alloy wheels skewed mouths.

Chorus.