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Now I am Cheburashka and every mongrel
when we meet, he immediately gives his paw

Here again the guy in the hoodie mutters his rap
Wants to please people, believing in astral success
And blaming him is a sin, because there is no path without obstacles
Everyone will leave their mark and there are no rules
This is our age

It may be nonsense, but even nonsense sometimes has a lesson.
And don’t take it to harm, don’t be naive
Don't be so blind, there is only one truth, but the truth is not for everyone.
We are warmed by loved ones, others by a bottle of whiskey and beautiful fur.
Do you want revelations?Well
There was no success waiting for me around the corner, there was a knife at my throat
And tears shed in the darkness, sadness struck the day, then came in a dream
And here I hide from people
I did not become a great poet, I did not write my sonnet
Not for content concept and without interest concert
After all, this is just rap, from the heart to the soul
And if you're open like I am, then listen
How I harbor hatred, love is all there is
I’m writing to you, but the whole sheet of paper is blank
I throw black whites, I hit crushed whole ones
Fearful, brave, rhyming thoughts left
And I believe with the right that there will be someone who will hear and understand
He’ll come up on the street and silently shake my hand.
There will be someone who will hear and understand
On the street he will silently shake my hand

And let pedestrians run clumsily through the puddles
Yes, there is a river of water on the asphalt
I'm just one of the passersby on this bad day
Standing, I wave my hand into the distance
Let pedestrians run clumsily through puddles
Yes, there is a river of water on the asphalt
I'm just one of the passersby on this bad day
Again, I wave my hand into the distance

Success is not a hindrance to remaining human
Listen to the inner echo, be yourself as you go up
What you reflect is reflected in you
We draw something in people, as if with paint on a sheet
Hiding markers of resentment in a colorful sleeve
We, like little children, run away from problems
By betraying our loved ones, we are only betraying ourselves.
And we get lost with people in the endless bustle
And I’ll draw silhouettes on the asphalt with chalk
Those whom I loved so much, but they are no longer around
Those who were taken away by death.Those whom life stole
Those whom the years will not erase and all the rains will not wash away
Who did you meet with the first lights at the dawn of life?
With whom they wanted to thunder their rap to the whole world
Who doesn't just tell you that you're not alone
Who is with you in any trouble, without reason and to gray hairs
I will draw everything that was, I will draw everything that will be
I'll draw myself and let the world forget me
I'll draw everything that was, I'll draw everything that will be
I'll draw it for centuries and may God judge me
I'll draw everything that was, I'll draw everything that will be
I'll draw myself
I'll draw everything that was, I'll draw everything that will be
I'll draw it for centuries

And let pedestrians run clumsily through the puddles
Yes, there is a river of water on the asphalt
I'm just one of the passersby on this bad day
Standing, I wave my hand into the distance
Let pedestrians run clumsily through puddles
Yes, there is a river of water on the asphalt
I'm just one of the passersby on this bad day
Again, I wave my hand into the distance