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He was killed behind the market with a truncheon
Head like a broken piggy bank
That path led to trouble
The boys are silent at the wake
The boys hang around after the wake
Either they will raise him, or they will throw someone
The spirit is lost, with it the strength is lost
A skinny corpse is lowered into the grave
A skinny corpse is lowered into the grave
A skinny corpse is lowered into the grave
A skinny corpse is lowered into the grave
A skinny corpse is lowered into the grave
A skinny corpse is lowered into the grave
A skinny corpse is lowered into the grave
A skinny corpse is lowered into the grave

People are savages in this city N
I am not Viktor Tsoi - and I do not expect changes
Even Nick Vujicic rose from his knees
Right at parking at Leroy Merlin

They accept guys in big black cars

Guess for yourself what they did

We all sinned, we all swore

Almost everyone here is a bastard for mom

Rotten brains don't give a damn

Your eternal problems even piss off your loved ones

You're paranoid at the peephole, even with weak weed

Have you seen a moron? Look at your mug
In the mirror - and there is no one to blame
This area can be called Uzbekovo
Or Tadzhikovo
There's a digger there who dug something up again

He was killed behind the market with a truncheon
Head like a broken piggy bank
That path brought trouble
The boys are silent at the wake
The boys hang around after the wake
Either they'll raise him up or they'll screw him over
The spirit is lost, and with it the strength is lost
A skinny corpse is lowered into the grave
A skinny corpse is lowered into the grave
A skinny corpse is lowered into the grave
A skinny corpse is lowered into the grave
A skinny corpse is lowered into the grave
A skinny corpse is lowered into the grave
A skinny corpse is lowered into the grave
A skinny corpse is lowered into the grave grave
(A skinny corpse is lowered into the grave)