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[Verse 1: Loc-Dog]
Time is reversed, all the fun, the prisoners are still awake
Where there are no price tags on anyone and everything is cool
We cough, even though don't inhale the smoke
The devil knows what they want from you and me, we have everything, let's go
It's not our world ruled by dancing on bones
She asked: "Are you good?" — fifty-fifty
Whether you are a rich man or a tramp
Don't flatter yoursеlf with your status
Everything is temporary, we arе visiting here
Time is reversed
We're drivin' between the trucks over 200 kph
All torpedoes are white, no cap
We dream of opening a restaurant
We get strong, yeah fuck, we get punches
Are you for real?
Do you think that paperwork will help you out more than a cross?
Pass the professions, no need to go to the institute in the morning
A neighbor woman grows indica with trepidation
As if she cares about children
Tanyushka, rest, a real wind comes here after a draughty
The wind roars and sweeps everything in its path
The wind will make you repent and forgive everything
Notice everything you haven't noticed before
You will go to Sheremetyevo, naively believing to hide in eternal summer
Synthetics, big money, the best doctors
And it seems to tell all these thoughts: "Shut up"
Will help only a bullet in the gun
I tamed them myself, and now I'm responsible for them
The conversation about light
Is always started by those who are tired of the dark
The ones that once knowed its traits will not be the same, believe me
But, fortunately, we have to steer on this battered carriage, light the lanterns
[Verse 2: PHARAOH]
Lights run in the glass, even if it's just a daub, we are separated by windows
He asked: "Gleb, are you a star?", I said: "The guiding one"
Hand on the wheel, and something is burning out between the fingers
The one who is in the reflection, I can't easy beat him
And what is my freedom?
Is my freedom a reflection of the Kremlin on the oil of the German hood?
I didn't become an opportunist, I didn't sell myself to comfort
I stayed here, no matter how fuckin' good it would be in Toronto
And let my comfort sing inside me with a whistle
Kid wasn't sick, but he loves the potion
A weak temper, I think, has degenerated such, because to imitate is not to be
It will help to swim, not to set a goal
I didn't walk some gait, I wasn't hitched up to threes
I can't judge by myself, because I'm paranoid
My first love was none other than the yard
And excuses are exotic to me, like a Catholic in Moscow
That's so fuckin' good just to go out and breathe you
To remind yourself that life is in an instant
No matter how many bloody wars I have won in myself
Love is not a pennant, it needs care, just like a plant
And when I leave, I'll know that I gave everything I could
And I didn't want something equal to me in gratitude
But, as Sanya once said, I would put it in the epilogue:
"I'm not going to die, because I'd rather just fuck you" (Smoke it)