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- I Come From Lugansk
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- I take a bus and have a ride
An ancient fellow stands behind
She wants me to give her sit
I play on music and feel the beat
Faces around are so unsure
Of being nuts, of being poor
I am the same, I hear their voice
Who pays money the one to take choice
The city under silver clouds
The rain with snow about to pound
I'm wearing shorts and unprepared
For someone catching my mindful stare
Straying the unknown street
Seeing lilac light in windows
I wonder if those people meet
To have small talks in dirty pillows
A girl I helped with math before
Now stands under red streetlight
Each day she prays for even more
Her body is a cherry pie to bite
Conscious anarchists cry without tears
They knock the doors with lilac light
Their mouths chew out capitalism fears
Their irises become perfectly white
Every dog hounds a cat,
every cat dreams to catch dozen mice
Sincere heart can bet
Every murderer would make it twice
This is the Utopia
This is the Utopia
This is the Utopia
This is the Utopia
These problems are gifts
I wonder how bring them back
The world destroys itself
I wonder how bring all back
Straying the unknown street
Seeing lilac light in windows
I wonder if those people meet
To have small talks in dirty pillows
This is the utopia
This is the utopia
This is the utopia
This is the utopia
The utopia
The utopia
The utopia
The utopia