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Greetings from Russia
From there where to shit all of us
where they put on us
Greetings from Russia
Where sirens are not shining
And we asked
About the imminent death
Through cremation
or from artificial asphyxiation
God is not omnipotent
Under Joy Division
But where is the Messiah
With Tambler Gerl
and anorexia
With absorptions
spice
And Tussin
On the parties
Sad crying teenagers
cut hands
You should die of boredom
And I would wake up
You would have more tracks
There would be more sadness

Greetings from Russia
From the third world
Portals under the feet
Gasha was hanging out
Autumn leaves
Lubricate the grin
on the picture
Smiles but who is there?
Blue boys
girls
children
And gopniks
The past is torn
In two
Lying dead
and fall asleep with fatigue
How tired
Test pity
If we are a tumor
Cut us
There is no remaining
on shops in the cathedral
And in essence
personal growth has long been sent for fucking
they would just be stronger
To drink your grief
they just to cry
On the block
In the name of the king and the people
But who we are
We, in essence, are all
Lonely from birth
in the country of servile
half -growing
abstract ranges,
Sad boys
All dad's money is drank at night
The factories are standing
They are buried in the ground
We are all in the cemetery
Right from birth
The sheets will fall
from a notebook to the basket
I will take the lines
From the heart outward
All the same, everything is there
All the same
We live, hoping
that there is where "worse"