Луперкаль - Жаркий огонь
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Not to cope with me thirty in May, Mayan hint
I do not listen to them, zero attention. Winter again, and
Outside the window where the bottom is, the climate shit. The snowstorms are pestering
That dumb wilderness. A weekly snowfall shakes my soul
It's how to finish without taking out purely flying
Without cope with a trouser over the years, I lay down here until spring
My hot fire was a little submagas and contracted into a coal
Already what kind of contact is a fucking out of life
Hey, Ale-Male, all lined with the New Year
All -Russian Poposhka, on a liter on the face
Waiting for an apocalypse? Yes, here it is until the tenth
Tens of kilowatts will burn out there and all the grass in the bongs
In the morning of the first, among the hangover and winded
I get delirious and sluggishly: "" Huli do you want, undead? ""
We have in common and have no, we are not similar and outwardly
I hope that your corpse will be abhed in the spring snowdrop
And the blasphemy to believe the dense Indians?
I wish they were transferred here, allowing you to look around
Where the ice crunches at the garages, the pipes of the tets
Would definitely be on the mandrage, not knowing where to go
But we can’t die, so mediocre for us
Votan himself is saluted by Gungnir in the harsh halls of Asgard
Sones of snow among menhirs, under thunder rolleries
They rummage inside themselves, the benefit is to dig
Or maybe fuck still to send this shaky peace?
All this viper is cold -blooded and greedy. Wait ...
So that there are no miserable chases behind the illusions
Let everything be covered with a hot fire ...

Winter will be long, you need to prepare for it