Макулатура - черепаха
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Dear compatriots, it has just become known
That the enemy fired his entire nuclear arsenal at us
In about an hour and a half, the rockets will fall on our heads
But don't worry, we managed to release our entire nuclear arsenal in response
In these last hour and a half we invite you to watch
Musical show “I’m over seventy, but I will sing”
The turtle dived, all three elephants blur awkwardly
And the universe fell into a black puddle
Like a float in an ocean without a bottom
For a second in hell and back to purgatory
All passengers are on the line between life and death
Do not come to life, do not breathe, do not fart, do not feel tenderness
Crazy help will reach us or not
Man, are you an animal or a vegetable?
The device weaves an endless plot into one
Dystopian nonsense
Enlisted in the volunteer detachment F20
Add your two cents
Don't bend over backwards all your life
The fingerprint was fucked in the monitor, one will not cancel the other
You don't have enough health to have fun
But it's your right to go to slaughter
The ashes will be returned to the ex-woman’s card via cashback
A man is like tops, a ruble a bunch
Stones at the gate pissed into the sky
“You’re all scumbags,” the boss will say.
By birthright or by chance, hold on
The die is cast, who's next in the hole?
Even the dream you had today cannot be told to anyone
Such a dissident
Get ready for the morning, to be the executioner and the victim
The cigarette is shaking, calculate in your head
In the predawn darkness the enemy is as terrible as your whole life
Attack or flee
Laughs hysterically or prays to a fat buddha
Treasure them as you do, there will be no other
Subtract from one in your mind
Subtract from one in your mind
Subtract from one in your mind
Dear compatriots, the missiles are close, no more than forty seconds left
Thirty-nine, even less.That is, it's time
To sing your own verse.Who among us didn’t write them in our youth?
Imagining a beautiful muse?
We're all passing through here, so it's better to ride with a buzz
It’s better to ride like a hare on bread trucks and corpse slicers
Just don’t be calculated, don’t be in the share
Suck the udder of a dead cow, look for the wind in the field
Flame and paranoia thicken like a gouache painting
The cleaning lady will clean up any spills on the concrete floor in the morning.
Your dreams and analyzes, your windows and curtains
You can't prove the existence of this sun and mountains
Only shooting in all directions and defense in a circle
Black shadows, like the crows of the heroes Bodrov and Krug
Fate is a fighting friend, it doesn’t smell like a fresh collection
Chernozem is a lotion for the face, clay is like a towel
There is nowhere else to go, like Marmeladov in a tavern
A black and white rainbow grows from childhood memories
You're not a bohemian, not a convict, just a lonely dancer
The last deadlines have passed over the world that has collapsed into the abyss
Can’t be exchanged or repaired, like the train to Setun station
It’s a common thing, another day for which there’s nothing to complain about
Remain unrecognized, even considering yourself an uninvited guest
There are no temptations left and your voluntary tonsure is of no use
A dull scattering of beads in front of another upturned snout
Useless props of the era, on the shelf there is rope and soap
The mound of the deserted Mega, overgrown paths to the grave
There was simply nothing here, which means nothing floated away