МВ - розовый огонь
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According to the Russian virgin soil,
The horses are jumping
Their whitening is scurrying
They laugh and cry

They rush over the snow
But it’s worth a closer look
They shake under them
Their red penis

The village is red
And he smokes black
On horseback
The girl is beautiful

And in the houses of burning people
Embraced by pink fire
Russians are burning
It smells of a burning field

And the horses jump from there
certainly,
rushed by trot,
They are mercilessly fussing

whistles whip
and
Shlep!
New bruising
Snow hooves are plowing
several horses,
But understandable
that no one will leave like that
Clear enough
that their run is agony,
will end sooner or later Polyushko
will fall into the forest, and the forest will end
Near the terrible group jumping
Bulterier is seed, but it will end soon.

According to the Russian virgin soil,
The horses are jumping
Their whitening is scurrying
They laugh and cry

Let's calculate how much jumps
one two Three
four
Divide into zero
The eye does not have time
girl falls in the snow
But she was lucky
She immediately chokes
and goes to the bottom of the field
And do not save her
And the horses all explode one at a time
and the whips of their owners are hidden in the snow like moradigns
and people flying up from the explosion strongly
strangled each other on the fly
A little earlier even
What they managed to fall in the snow.

The field is over, the village, yo, disappeared