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The late nineties
When the smell of death was close, sharp
If not from a bullet, then from an overdose
Our own didn't support, strangers will ask
The late nineties
When the smell of death was close, sharp
If not from a bullet, then from an overdose
Our own didn't support, strangers will ask
The street doesn't sleep, it lives by the law
Either you or you'll be kicked out of the house
Forgotten neighborhoods of the nineties
Our people are embraced by the construction of cemeteries
Where they gave hanyo just to prevent a riot
Where those abroad rule the country
There are three of us left, three of us, and we'll leave
Salutes to all the Vaskas from Vaska from the neighborhood
The late nineties
When the smell of death was close, sharp
If not from a bullet, then from an overdose
Our own didn't support, strangers will ask
The end of time Nineties
When the smell of death was close, sharp
If not from a bullet, then from an overdose
Our own didn't support, strangers will ask
Some thought we'd be gone
But we stood firm like Stalin's women
Uncle Stalin won the war
We crucified ourselves and created
Listen, don't drizzle, we're sharks, not crucian carp
We stand for our opinions like age-old trees
History's alignment needs to be taken out
Fell from the butts of machine guns
The whistle of a carbine stirred excitement
I was born in a pit, into a pit and will perish
Whoever you are, we'll all go to bed
Tomorrow will be the day, tomorrow we'll decide
Time: late nineties
When the smell of death was close, sharp
If not from a bullet, then from an overdose
Our own didn't support, strangers will ask
Time: late nineties
When the smell of death was close, sharp
If not from a bullet, then from Overdose
Our people didn't support me, strangers will ask.
It was the late nineties.
When the smell of death was close, acute.
If not from a bullet, then from an overdose.
Our people didn't support me, strangers will ask.