Легендарные пластилиновые ноги - Дурная кровь
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And bad blood does not boil
From the sound of a howling siren
There are not enough words until the summer
The walls are not allowed to the sky

First love was forgotten
The one in the pussma to the neighbor Lena
And he would slaughter a razor flesh
Yes, only all the veins hid

Stubborn facts of a round dance
And fate cunning plexus
I, taking the story of the Pont
Crossed out in one movement

And bad blood does not boil
From the sound of a howling siren
There are not enough words until the summer
The walls are not allowed to the sky