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The country was throwing this night troubled son of a bitch.
And разменяв good for evil, as the money the old to the new,
Pulled asphalt, when he was on the cheek, as vodka with bitterness,
And Windows, the Windows were first ready.
And evil in the midst of a water horse swirled шашкою.
Good, it is always without fists, shaking культяшками.
Tried to pity convince, to help to recover,
But faster and more precise flying cavalry.
A round of applause. On the ring under the starry dome
Повыпускала night of the beasts and meowed,
And заалекала, sweaty, suddenly grown old,
And pale, and scared, and затарилась
What God has sent, and the devil, and the devil, and the devil slid them,
And he's old theatergoer, ha-ha, he loves makeup.
Body suddenly became all the Yes hollow,
And a drunkard shoemaker - memory left us film naked.
True to the truth,
Faith on the icon,
And the earth Yes at the flowers,
It's me it's you.
The country was throwing this, this night son of a bitch.
Sunset, when he was on the cheek as vodka with bitterness.
Fear covered all obscenities, like then, the fear of walking on the city.
The night sky was a дотом, it still looked like someone's beard.
Province yawned, sad nervously at TV.
And someone just went home and ate scrambled eggs,
Breathe corpses quietly, steadily under the scalpel pharmacist,
And someone in the mirror spits already his personality.
The country vomiting, and she doubled up looking for help,
And the help of tanks on the trays crushed vegetables.
Applause, bis, everywhere roar of sight,
Shoots the right to trouble - see where else?
The country wept oily true, and not understanding the truth.
Resuscitation was screaming, howling woman, the last of normality.
Pensioners with sticks with in the towns with the police,
And reporters, jackdaws, treated блицами.
The fate of the saw, crossing herself, and блядовала with magicians,
Along the toothless old woman Yes with teeth flags.
Yes, chef famine put them in liquid soup quite powder,
Heroes of крыли here and there a fire rustle.
And the justice of thought take someone's side,
Then I decided to, as always, let it be the death of equally.
Yes perished these Windows, the roof first.
All the bullets were here all are equal thoughts of the faithful.
Applause, bis, everywhere roar of sight.
Shoots the right to trouble - see where else.
And only in the dressing room of the Church of emptiness, in the quiet of Yes in ладане,
Where the height Yes simplicity, where the barricades there is no hell.
She was burning in the sky, smoke-free flame.
I'm on my knees, too, got up, touching this one banner.
Country throwing last night troubled son of a bitch.
Country scrubbed with a shovel in the morning on blood covered with hoar-frost.
Yes in the morning all the dirt, all the puddles reflect blue.
Asphalt when he was on the cheek, as vodka with bitterness.
To the memory of a photo of the pyramids with empty Windows-sockets,
Applause, wonderful view, with leaf maple Yes with синицами.
And the future that only born, silently weeping,
And time is ticking itself, but the heart of the такало.
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