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it goes to Chelyabu

Frost fries under the tail without observing the right
Narvi there are those roses while the grass dries
I will give them to the one who honestly answer
Where did I suddenly get all these habits
on a moped, on a wheelbar
I will run for a second and afterwards
cue ball so groovy, expensive to take
Only I stood my own when the music fell silent
And I could do everything, do everything
if I hadn't blew in the morning and then did not blow in the afternoon
But again, everything is like a dream, like a white tablecloth
Phone "Alyo, hello friend,
Yes, of course, you can go straight to me "
So the days fly in this gray Moscow
Everything is in smoke and without us, but we will add too
So that you do not go out between dull buildings
so that thoughts flow, freezing in words
Okay, what am I all, you are there like

Everything is normal as always.
Multimilionny, the remote control
running water crushes stones on Monday
or any day of the week shares it
Shadows between the buildings
Windows in nine to nine sons
smoke, lost in a triangular figure
I am lighted up by creatures in the city that where will it be
In January and July, seven days a week
In the morning I saw a cartoon Snepa or Druppy
Forgot, not the point, one of my friend is so stirring up
such a muddy type, slow in appearance,
Cares carefully and says little

Well, in general mothers, where the lads are there and Amsterdam
According to standards: prefix, staphus, basketball, slam lad
such a alignment, tell me what is your underground
Big City, someone Stand Ap, someone sieve Down (x2)

He spreads the heads great, fingering grinding
Fun while young, though cold
And the bottom is not visible, the words patterns went to divorces
From the fact that there is a lot of smoke so (x2)

it drank, then drank, broke a couple of mobile
hollowed in unremarked quantities, in short he drowned
More than once in the evening: I sipped the beer,
Purely symbolically, slightly, and by night: Tagil!
(?) I want to be rich
My armor is forged by a thin -grade,
guests, squares, brothers nearby
We dream of all our detachment to walk through the States
The trees are cut down, the asphalt rolled
So the authorities make Chelyabinsk Zaebat
I would certainly advise them what there and how to move,
but most likely they will answer me, go better to teach your wife to cook cabbage soup
Eh! I wish our governor was a terminator
And the mayor, and the mayor for example Homer,
And Bender, and Bender Premier
dick

I am in moderation balanced and moderately dumped
Our team explodes Russia as Beatles
I lie on you from above like a carrier
Watching how the hole is drilled in your mind
My name is Mishan, I'm far from boss
This is my hip-hop, my kettle boils
Those who did not cut down just shrugged their shoulders
Here are half-salted people with South Urals
I am holding me what you call fierce stroke
A stupid boy will not understand what these Panchi are talking about
I threw you a message, but the pager is not in fashion
Now you rotten a lone fruit in the garden
The desk neighbor is unlikely to turn you into Snepa
and your flare will call "group two corpses"
My words cut your eyes, but they smell not onions
a fire is in the shower, and he burns all velvet dolls

He spreads the heads great, fingering grinding
Fun while young, though cold
And the bottom is not visible, the words patterns went to divorces
From the fact that there is a lot of smoke so (x2)

I put myself blowing, poured with strong
MAZs a little bit, and without reason
I would dump it more often from here
where for smoke they will not close the paskuda mind crazy
pocket without amount and the ship sailed away
to places where it is more noisy, waving his hands with his hands
Kosh under the buckwheat will not eat in shit
Better put a movie job with a spick
Artyom fell asleep on the second, Rom quickly drank,
I ate a barrel, a muzle bay, thanks for everything
the sensations cannot be conveyed (?) Configure
Bravo, we will go smoothly tomorrow

He spreads the heads great, fingering grinding
Fun while young, though cold
And the bottom is not visible, the words patterns went to divorces
From the fact that there is a lot of smoke so (x2)