прожиточный минимум - последний вагон метро
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The last metro car went without us
But we still warm here and now
in my backpack wine and travel
On May Street and smells in the spring

to the bus an hour and ate phone
We say again in the rain
in my backpack wine and travel
On May Street and smells in the spring

The last metro car went without us
But we still warm here and now
The last metro wagon went to the distance
Last Metro Car - Spring and Sadness
in my backpack wine and travel
On May Street and smells in the spring