Аудитория 105 - Пробки
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It has already been an extra hour, nerves at the limit.
The flow of cars as if veins in the city body.
All the loudly signal, try to crawl forward,
From the rear car, the child whose yells.

Movement at a speed kilometer per hour,
Brake pedal happy, gas is jealous
Fuel consumption increases with each stop
Thank you for a machine with a manual box

We stand, but the time is not worth it
It passes by life, she does not sleep unlike us
To someone even start to like, began to build on it
Already 7 days I enjoy the dawn

Machines are sorry for everyone standing,
Our future here in contrast to the present
Lined up in broken, longer Wall Chinese
We are not visible from space, but we can hear in Bataysk

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Traffic jams. Machines stand in a row as a key button.
You wish to stand ahead in the firebox.
Heat +30 makes a pleasant atmosphere
This is a gift from hell Thank you to Lucifer.

There are days, the weeks run
Spring has come along the traffic jams
Mayor of traffic jams, asked some kind of guy
Build houses, plants, schools, bakeries

Years fly past us not noticeable
Everyone is very happy here is an endless summer
I forgot to mention that winter no more
Warming, dirty air and other nonsense.
We did not create a plug, but created utopia
Everyone lives in his own way, even go under the copy,
Lost interest in tv and internet
Our lifestyle flooded the whole planet.
In general, life has improved, tourists often come to us
Our cork base of all traffic jams in nature
In the "Frame of foreign cars" created a food system
"Crossroads" and "Pyaterochka" is now exactly the subject.
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Time suspended, now no one is in a hurry
Everyone became polite, somewhere in the insomnia.
Everything was missing that we once hurt.
Exist on earth very cool
I found my wife from Renault across the road
Her parents live in "Peugeot", along the coast of the Volga
Think to expand and miniv
Recently, let's go with her a loan

Something incomprehensible, some feeling is strange,
Everything in the eyes is broken, someone signals from the bathroom
I get dramatically and wake up in the car
Someone loudly yells, caustic smell of rubber

Ahead of the emptiness, I cater
In the head, all these sounds of the engine sound
I drove to the roadside, you need to cross
After all, it is necessary to dreamed in the car.

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