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1. For once in my lifetime I’ve been at the lake with a fishing rod
although I am weak at fishery like at
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never mind
it is time to loose my fishing virginity
such an occasion shall not happen to me shortly
fishing is a good thing if only I am
to sit here and admire landscapes still
I cast the line and wait and wait nothing happens fuck it
still the same schedule
none fish damn it
and suddenly complete mess is happening
the line cuts the water like a razor
Jesus, here is needed fast intervention
so I jump and pull it, and all of a sudden a goldfish is jumping out of the water
what the fuck?
haven't you heard of that fairy tale with wishes,
I as white as parchment
yet fishermen must be brave
a fish can die but once
yet I shall tell her my wish maybe it shall fulfill it
goldfish I say
listen how should I say that to you
basically I’m doing rather badly
I want the things that are urging me stop doing so
and maybe you could give me also Lamborghini Diablo
the dough I want to have
let it release each talent which lurks in me
let me understand chemistry
and let me stop being an idler
or not
I shall dog-fuck
and let everything happen itself
but fish you are supposed to make the things go well get it
and let there be more teddy bears than fellows in a boy band
the gold fish rebutted
listen small
no fucking way nothing like that shall happen
Chorus Take your fate into your own hands and put the hands up |
goldfish forget it it’s retired
|times 2
don't wait for the miracle from heaven it shall do nothing |
only the winner shall get gold medal |

2. I know that you have such actions that you look out of the window
the fate kicks your ass it is high time to kick it back
you feel bad really
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the fate is blind so it is not so difficult to deceive it
I look and I don’t know what’s wrong with those people
that they don’t know that to win the race
you have to take part in it
they are looking for the happiness where no-one shall meet it
sticking in lines for lottery offices
reality is no sweet
I know it
problems more than in Kursk
space less than in cinquecento
the life imposes its pace
so catch up with it and grasp it by its tail
you also can as others can
the dough is lying on the street possibly
yet to lie there it first has to fall from heaven
and that’s what more difficult
it is high time to pull oneself together dougie
the happiness shall come you just need to help it a little bit
Chorus Take your fate into your own hands and put the hands up |
goldfish forget it it’s retired
|times 2
don't wait for the miracle from heaven it shall do nothing |
only the winner shall get gold medal |