The Ex-Drunkards Club

Song: Knyazz (co-founder of Korol I Shut) - Клуб Бывших Алкоголиков (last week release)

This club is known to many, To the rowdy and the penniless, uncanny. Those who can't live a day in the open, Without the solace of alcohol's token.

Businessmen and poets, Oh, there's no one you won't get. An anarchist and a system's slave, Find a common theme in this enclave.

Here we feel at home! Without tequila or rum! And for views, beliefs, No one here receives any grief.

Though we came here from Hell, But the people here, they're swell.

Though the world has crossed us out, Based on our rules, no doubt. For any stream of cynicism, There will be a ton of indifference-ism.

Outside the window, the blizzard howls, And depression prowls. If life becomes unbearable, We'll support you, it's shareable.

Here we feel at home, Without tequila or rum. And for views, beliefs, No one here receives any grief.

Though we came here from Hell, But the people here...

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