Текст песни РЕКА - Старый хиппи

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Old hippies from Samara wilds got on Nevsky.
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He had not slept and was savagely hungry.
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In rukzake it was a little grass and cigarettes.
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But now my poor hippies thought of fried potatoes.
He gets almost a month down the dusty road.
He clearly had no luck, the road was just awful.
But changing Kamaz hundred, he finally made it.
And of course I find a local hippie he was going.
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Old Hippie - leaky & quot; shoes & quot ;.
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Old hippies - faded jeans.
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Old hippies - such a nice guy.
He wanted to drink wine and look at Peter.
Wash at least once a favorite ragged sweater.
Drink coffee on the flat with a nice little sister.
Read Atleast one, At least one rock rag.
But pretty hike, he realized all classifications.
All parties just crap, here no one excited.
Fennec, Haier, rock 'n' roll - all mixed with dust.
And the hippie days are, alas, have become a true story.
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And he went home and it was grusno.
On the track, as always, it was dark and empty.
But then someone came up and said: & quot; Well, let's go? & Quot;
He saw the girl's eyes clean look like a breeze.
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Old hippies.
Old hippies.
Old hippies.
Old hippies.