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All my life I am trying to be the hero of the cartoon
I wear ridiculous mustache I have my little business
Something from Nede Flanders and something from Betman
when people need to go out to battle with evil spirits

Bicycle repair workshop very quickly
became my headquarters to fight extremism
My deer sweater and a true red macbook
special design - that's all my weapons

plus the charm of a diligent family man
Healthy lifestyle and ecological machine
Hybrid with airbrushing portrait of Kafka
on the wing is armed with knowledge and spiritual joy

I secretly patrol the streets with a smile at the ready
Suddenly a sharp cry of a roar and ringing all over the area
I did not know that I could fly, but I flew
The unfortunate woman seems to be in trouble

so there are two bandits have already broken her clothes
Eggs sparkle in the light of the lantern traces of saliva on delicate
Her skin stared at her abyss
I see one of the bastards is already pleasing

crying laughter tears and wastewater merged into one
darkly cut into my eyes all where the knife blade has entered
If only Kafka came to me, maybe maybe
But the mind seems to have collapsed, I turned into an animal

so easy and free immediately I felt without thinking
I stuck a knife in my eye and then in the right ear
invigorates I laughed, threw off all the clothes and pants
and began to dance remembering his quiet life

Like Harvey Keitel in the film Poor Lieutenant
I laughed and sobbed washed by other people's blood and feces
but I was not lying on the ground under me something soft
crawled and saw - the woman was already dead

I touched the mustache and the bleeding eye
But I was once twelve years old
In the children's library, I was the best reader
Of course it was not Kafka, but the last of the Mogican
But my mother was proud of me, what was happening to me now?

the time of the heroes has passed the man stupid and simple
Success in the hands of those who used to be insignificant
Let's raise your vote.
we put on masks and costumes we get a sword from scabbard
The time of the heroes has passed a man believed in evil
The world flew to hell, I feel it with skin
The exploits of the supervpers go beyond
bureaucratic-administrative system

my city is not Gotham City and I certainly not Batman
But many neighbors came to me for advice
asked to give a film or book from my library
When they left, their children were left to visit me

I loved the children got along with them, but I myself was lonely
After the novel of youth, in the soul there were deep injuries
I looked at others from the lawn rejoiced at someone else's happiness
He kept his feelings on the castle but believed in good and joy

So I got up to my mature years and was already preparing for the descent
but just getting old back did not give a vague feeling
I needed a turn in fate new spiritual food
Ascetical martial arts and personality improvement

all turned out to one and I got on the warpath
To hear my name, the villains urinate in his pants
Exercise I was strongly strict lonely
sewed the hero’s costume was called himself

For several years of work and continuous struggle
corrupt officials and bandits fell into coffins
On the streets of the city, over time, it became spacious
And I was already preparing to put a crown so to speak for retirement

But the last villain in my career and fears appeared
From childhood I was overtaken, I went to the fight like a block
Final Mahach to fight only in full force
It was my antipopodic supercrun-pedfile

The moon night I quietly make my way through the guard
The mansion is a high fence about the barbed wire got hurt
put to sleep the dog jumped climbed through the balconies
I hear sinister laughter and groans imperceptibly along the corridor

here he is a damn clown, I caught him with red -handed
Behind the corruption of a teenager, such a fragile defenseless
the villain only laughs although my blade has his throat
"Look at yourself a hero has a horn with blood"

killed a clown without regret and suddenly put on his mask himself
hey guard, take the body here the hero made his way to us
how did he get here for what you get money
Still awaits you