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In The dusty Kiev streets it is deadly fucking grey, And the voices on the radio all speak of prophesy... But the wormwood in the air left a bitter taste in my mouth... So I drink to our legacy, take the poison or starve... I kiss my love with strontium lips, and then I kiss my ass goodbye Because it's just like Babi Yar, It's just like Holodomor, Again they'll turn our land of dreams Into a continental boneyard In The dusty Kiev streets today it is deadly fucking grey... So I drink to our legacy, take the poison or starve... I kiss my love with strontium lips, and then I kiss my ass goodbye Because it's just like Babi Yar, It's just like Holodomor, Again they'll turn our land of dreams Into a continental boneyard From Letras Mania