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One, one , and so the days pass
One one one one
One, one in the city of dreams
One, one heartless to cut off cable

One, one , and so the days pass
One one one one
One, one in the city of dreams
One, one , one, one

Basta :
One in the city of dreams and half-dead primates
One against piranhas and flocks of birds,
Against a product to kotorumu insanely pulls
One on one, that is called memory .
In lengthwise cliché boxes
Where the windows fly those with whom lived side by side ,
One in this crazy city traffic jams,
And who, who said that there is safety in numbers ?
In megapolize dreams and half-dead primates
Little man in power complexes and fears.
Yes, life is not sakura, one option
Oppose the system character.
All business in karma, then I was destined to become a stumbling ,
And it is better to leave it all than to lie under skalepel ,
Wept as gauze under the branches of Jamaican palms,
As I hide under the trauma of with China.
In this city of endless holiday ,
Do not turn into scum , passing through itself tons of mud ,
Do not become mud, closing our eyes to many things,
Referring to the law or the time of God's will .
One in the city of words and empty promises
Sinister town do not bother me ,
How hard to breathe when instead of light gills
Arriving forever in search of the genre.
In the city where long no clear concepts
Where people are willing to do anything for provisions,
Where every third spyatel finally ,
And from Honey mushrooms , slowly dying every fifth .
One serious people in the world and a lot of money ,
Where the goal is to break you to their knees ,
Where dreams run into the house with a swimming pool,
Where your content is safe contents .
One in the city of dreams,
Under this sleepy voice prescribed pair of strips
I continue my way from ward to ward ,
On a par with those in whom the drugs do not kill the truth.

One, one , and so the days pass
One one one one
One, one in the city of dreams
One, one heartless to cut off cable

One, one , and so the days pass
One one one one
One, one in the city of dreams
One, one heartless to cut off cable

Smokey Mo:
One in the city of dreams, half-dead primates
Surrounded by broken bodies and machines,
In those places where you know brother drags brother
Block of hell , where the devil wears Prada.
My heroes are asleep on what wildly tired
I reported to them pain , charging steel words,
Invisible waves , pushing their foreheads ,
Burning bridges , with letters and red flowers.
One all alone with his poems ,
Alone in a dark room, with their dreams ,
Can deviate from its path , one that leads circles
Get into another game with a chain of other rules .
But while we're here , we do a mixture of blowing on the flame,
Related soul whispered words in a sweet mist,
Paradise door where - would you think? In your pocket ,
Dangerous , because the truth will go with colored sheets.
Shaky feeling , hello sister and mom
Signed with love Anton , the lone wanderer
Kupchino from the center empty wagons
And only one loaded , full of strange shots .
This cover will inevitably go down as the air
Everyone will get their precious dose
All alone somewhere in the city of dreams,
Quite another soulless cropped cable

One, one , and so the days pass
One one one one
One, one in the city of dreams
One, one heartless to cut off cable

One, one , and so the days pass
One one one one
One, one in the city of dreams
One, one heartless to cut off cable

One, one , and so the days pass
One one one one
One, one in the city of dreams
One, one heartless to cut off cable

One, one , and so the days pass
One one one one
One, one in the city of dreams
One, one heartless to cut off cable