Текст песни Posternak - Я испытываю гордость на наш союз...

I am proud of our union
minus and plus equal voice
this is not the soul is not the blues
Volume up otherwise explode
I am proud of our union

I am proud of our union
minus and plus equal voice
this is not the soul is not the blues
Volume up otherwise explode
this is the right course
because I write
but unknown to you
all my hysterical noise
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but unknown to you
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look
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in column
It raised the typhoon mp3
tracks merging into river
overturn boats
other people's hearts
tear the last gateway
You want more precisely here
After all, our alliance every night
building firm
lines
button from a Word
moleskin page
Throw me a mail urgently new negative
otherwise I will not move from the dead point
otherwise just explode
it will be bright and juicy
where the pieces and soul and blues
I am proud of our union

I am clever, I'll be I'll be brisk resistant
for each note of each toe the line of the great construction
fragments of personal
build brick by brick
Equipment usual
as
erecting the temple but we
the power of an entire city
often ahead of plan
five years in six months
among thousands of trails
the new Metro line whip completely new fashion

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I begged fate shalt thou finish we have one track single track and as luck would have
faced with a lump of ice floes your bitmeykov among ice
Your body mass,
chest
plus my laceration
mouth
have read
That's what a lifetime dream
Your orchestra is already bristling with bows
waiting for the text
the only gesture
to make this miracle together
the sound to the limit on all consoles
all the lights are lit
it's time to take off
Secret talent
that in his heart developed
small Hadron Collider
each performance
big Bang
and this universe you
Take else he'll explode
by bursting decibels
is steeper than the soul and blues
I am proud of our union

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two rivers merging into the ocean
gaining strength
 and squeeze the most to you -
double moleskin
tenth wave
throw down
with all the usual boats
make sound louder in their columns
walking the tightrope over the two abysses
century poetry in silver
in modern processing three minute track
in both