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Tsar accept my pain I ask the sound of a blow to the face on the soil of the screech of the brakes and the noise even the broken clock twice a day does not lie, but you leave the scar to the scream of a passer -by groan in the imminent rustle of the ribbon ostalgy and again the wind of the screech of the brakes and the noise this time Strong wheeled power King accept my pain, I ask, no matter how insignificant and low the king accept my pain, I ask the sound of a blow with a big face on the soil of the screech of the brakes and the noise even broken clock twice a day does not lie