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Yeah, Tolik and I—we really made a name for ourselves back then

Just moving around, handling our business

You know how it was—you know, you know, you know

Yekaterinburg, the nineties, the Uralmash district

The school right across the road; everywhere you looked—nine-story apartment blocks

The "Time of Troubles" for those liturgical dreams

Back then, I didn't quite grasp my parents' mindset

It was actually quite simple: all they wanted was for us to just make it out in one piece

Dad would come home from work with a paycheck in the millions

The fifth floor, on Lomonosov Street

A paper airplane flies out the window—aimed right at your head (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

We put on a real show there; we were never bored

A lot of time has passed since then; the years just flew by

It was a tough, terrifying era—one big, high-stakes game

Just picture it: a window frame, completely boarded up tight

And not with some flimsy bubblegum wrapper, either

The doors bolted shut—too dangerous to open

The neighbors call the cops, but they just get turned away at the door

"How's it going?"—a gun barrel shoved in your mouth, your body breaking out in a cold sweat

You thought you had it figured out, but everything turned out the exact opposite

Everyone has to choose their own path—their own traffic light

"White, white Father Frost"—yeah, we're heading to the market

Just to pick up a fresh pair of kicks

We had no idea...

That even back then, everything was already going off the rails—sucked down by the most powerful, vicious opium addiction

I used to spin life around on my keychain—but in the end, it hit me right in the face

My brother... I've grown up now

It hurts that I'm still here, while you're lying beneath the earth

Just look at you now, you poor "Eskimo"—bloodshot eyes, a blue-cold nose

Take care of yourself, steer your own course, keep your eyes peeled; grab your chance and run with it—if an opportunity falls in your lap, hold onto it tight! I was born in Surgut, a black city in the 1990s.

My brother was already absorbing fashion.

Looking at the deacon, I knew something was wrong.

His dark gaze, "ah," was too languid and on the right foot.

Scandals, fights, gangster houses, wads of cash we spent.

Suddenly, a coffin with my uncle, grannies wagging their fingers.

The 2000s, damn them.

First joint at age 12, I started living in a hurry.

My older brother, "I," was like a father to me.

Time flew by so fast.

Before I could look back, "I" and "a" had become separated from those with whom I grew up.

Drugs, a lack of prospects, in a word, artists, "she," were to blame for everything.

My little brother was also in a fog.

In his separate program, tests of strength, health, and snowfall.

More breakdowns, reb.

Mother didn't know what to do with him, on In her eyes, her child was giving up.

I was already there then, declaring the loss.

There was no light in sight, my brother continued to enjoy himself.

May heaven receive our souls.

The flame has cleared our eyes, there is no turning back from there. "I" "I"

I believe in better places, where our loved ones have gone.

But we will not be invited. "I" "I"

May heaven receive our souls.

The flame has cleared our eyes, there is no turning back from there. "I" "I"

I believe in better places, where our loved ones have gone.

But we will not be invited. "I" "I"

"That's it, yes, the end.

Then say the end, the end."