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Sofa, sofa gang

They say the road is mastered by walking

So I'm walking, I can't see the end because of the coffee grounds

Coffee break to check if my pulse is beating

Ask people if I've lost my way

For some it's a principle, for others it's a matter of taste

For some it's even, for others I'm an abuser

A nameless user, complete complete wreck

A pot-bellied uncle sitting high in a Land Cruiser

They threw off the evil of the day (okay), shuddered for your health (well)

Jackets aside (so what?)

We simply don't want to wish you anything bad

It's just time for us to leave the addressee

Be healthy (be)

"It's time to get off the planet," says the sixth sense (condemn)

Some will tell me I'm not Russian enough (well, well, well) yes)

Others will interject that you are thinking too narrowly

Others will insist on coming to Jesus (very sad)

Passport is not important, citizen of the world (what have you been smoking)

In active search of native style

Taking answers from pockets Anatoly Wasserman

My game I will maintain balance in contrast

What is the strength, brother?

The power is inside you, but it’s so hard to take the first step towards better days (very strong)

Ahead of the endless road laid out on stones

Captain of the “A-Team”, I see land in the distance…

There is land far, far away (there is land)

There is land far, far away

There is land far, far away (there is land)

There is land far, far away

There is land far, far away (there is land)

There will be Tesla waiting for me by the ship

Hapanu, I will fall asleep and wait for the morning (yes, yes)

There I will be able to start my whole life from scratch

The other day I was happy, thinking that I had succeeded and was filled with

I still haven’t learned the lesson from the authors of all the trainings

I built a seven-story building from unjustified expectations for myself

So what is hidden far, far away inside people’s heads and is hidden

Insomnia again

Isn't it the essence of a cowardly life selling air from under the counter so as not to be left naked on the street tomorrow (they'll say I'm crazy)

Are the clues leading to another mistake important to me

How can I put out the internal fire before it becomes two-faced, vile and sticky

How can I track where these thoughts have penetrated

Why is there no full picture, only the credits are always visible

Although it is quite obvious how we ourselves hang a lock on the door to the search for truths

In this universe there are only tourists

Miserable grains of sand, history in a cyclical rhythm

The colors thicken on the red palette

Sofa