Текст песни Каста - россиянцы и американец

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This is a normal day and the same I like
Walking in my felt boots on a frosty morning
The nose turns red and the wind blows * and cheeks
Near the brown bear stomping on a rope
I’m brushing a couple of bread crumbs from his face
I remember the bells and squeeze the nesting doll
Swing with earflaps and tighten the song harder
When the nightingale answers me from a birch

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The balalaika doesn’t have a string, but so much sense
Like in that woman that meets the yoke
Pour fuel to me, give me the park
In Hollywood, gave the role of Russian peasant

From the birch the nightingale will answer me
From the birch the nightingale will answer me

Even if I fasten my shirt
All the same, my souls to plow
Everything was mixed in it like on a screen
Russians and Americans

Even if I fasten my shirt
All the same, my souls to plow
Everything was mixed in it like on a screen
Russians and Americans

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My mother cooked porridge
But Anton flew from Rashi like this F * n w * t
And then the sun is different as it became a furnace
Expiring then I scream S * m b * h

White white is something to grab for Adam's apple
Negro Negro Says Get Of Badi
And then every second straight bully yes
At every corner, the cops scream put yo gun down

I tell the taxi driver do not drive the bastard
He pokes me a gun in a crowbar. Do not drive the bastard
I take one ticket New York Moscow
To give mother Oscar for cabbage soup and porridge

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Even if I fasten my shirt
All the same, my souls to plow
Everything was mixed in it like on a screen
Russians and Americans

Even if I fasten my shirt
All the same, my souls to plow
Everything was mixed in it like on a screen
Russians and Americans

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It’s true that banknotes will disappear soon
It’s true that planes will fall in the world
What rovers found there, and where I come from there are all myths.
Routers banned and there is no information

Where are the artificial organs what's with immortality
Who will be the best benchmark of the millennium
What are you standing rooted to where this information is?
Or maybe you, too, have everything classified?

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Where I come from people don’t really like
To invent something besides old guns
Fine tuning the machine with a sledgehammer
Tipping a glass with a chime

In a landing they are capable of doing a backflip from a horizontal bar
Talents are like weeds on the pavement
Santa watch you are slightly guilty
After all, the facts will probably come up tomorrow

Even if I fasten my shirt
All the same, my souls to plow
Everything was mixed in it like on a screen
Russians and Americans

Even if I fasten my shirt
All the same, my souls to plow
Everything was mixed in it like on a screen
Russians and Americans

From the birch the nightingale will answer me
From the birch the nightingale will answer me