А. Заря - За столом
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At the table gathered guests to drink vodka
Wash the painful pain to the pain of the mental pour out
Who instructed to whom the horns who stuffed his eyes to whom
Who is resting for anything and who should go where.

As always, in the midst of lunch, they begin to remember
Presenter and neighbor and of course someone's mother
They drink a lot and often smoke ashes to pour into a glass
In this case, they do not filter, forgetting shame and shame

All culturally only someone refreshed the floor with salad
Someone sat in a plate of booty dance Rock-n roll
Fat turned off the cassette, he does not dance alone
Immediately ate his cutlet like a sleeping citizen

And on the street the showdown rolled in full growth
They are clamped behind the curtain, tightened "oh frost" ...
Slated shirts and hairstyles
Called a delay here such a rubbish

After midnight the crowd did not disperse
Grinded vodka with beer and sinking from the throat of the Winets
The guest grunted loudly in tattoos only not to hide the glass
And everyone understood how much he does not know how to cunning

The peasant is thin and bald young winked
And his wife Larisa pushed her chair
The poor fellow stretched out and broke the neckline
As if the tigers licked licked, men who saw everything

Her cavaller from these, in jeeps and in Ryzhie
Only all this noticed screamed that he was all e ...
Then it was as usual in Rus' since the centuries
To sing about this is not decent not censorship many words

It is characteristic that in the morning everyone kissed the gums
Everything seemed like it was in a nightmare wild dream
Everyone will disperse on the holes and then
Wonder what was at the table

If you learn yourself from me big hello
If only the honor would not have gang
God will not surrender. Hello buffet!