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When we are high, our soul is low
A dish with larvae, we eat and shake hands is watered with poison
We have reached it rushing through the white snow
Yellow ribbon with the inscription "Don't get in! Will kill!"
Evening city where they don't sleep yet
We didn't have a single World Junior Championship medal
Great, we shake the architect's hand
We will buy expensive antique coins, gold
The blood is getting cold but we have to fight
We meet the morning with a pink bouquet
We were cycling in the park with friends
The classics don't get old but get better and better