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Walking in our side
Bad fame about me
Like, I'm brawler and rude
I will disgrace all the villagers
I don't throw shadows at them at all
I just don't go off my feet with everyone
But they do not like in our edge
Those who walk not in the ranks
No, they don't like in our edge
Those who walk not in the ranks
They scold me vying
Except dumb, of course

On our great July day
Everyone who is not lazy rejoice
And I'm to the sounds of copper pipes
Hugging the pillow I sleep like a corpse
It seems that I don’t buoy, I don't protest
I sleep without rear thoughts and do not blow in my mustache
But they do not like in our edge
Those who walk not in the ranks
No, they don't like in our edge
Those who walk not in the ranks
Everyone pokes their finger at me
Who is not without hands, of course

An unsuccessful thief climbed into the garden
Behind him in pursuit of a crown
I put my leg, grunting
And the bunch flopes into the mud
And to whom to the detriment of me is not right, right
That the guy escaped reprisals
But they do not like in our edge
Those who walk not in the ranks
No, they don't like in our edge
Those who walk not in the ranks
And everyone is chasing me
Except lame, of course

And without the prophets, it is clear to me
What's the neighbors on the mind
The loop will be thrown out, the chair will be knocked out
From under me under a common rumble
I didn’t prefer from evil, by golly
Everyone leading to Rome is only their way
But they do not like in our edge
Those who walk not in the ranks
No, they don't like in our edge
Those who walk not in the ranks
To stare like an oak will give a neighbor
In addition to the blind, everyone will run away