Михаил Круг - Горсад
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In the trodden snow,
With a load of "white" alcohol,
The guys are dragging girls,
True a tidbit.
And the girls did not stay
Nothing else,
How to step with a friend
From the heel and to the toe.

Where they drank and laughed,
Knocks are hung.
There are bottles in the snow,
Lard, fish tails.
We are glad of black crows
And the old man in a green jacket:
They have something to profit from here -
He knocked down the bottles of the “Coroner”.

And in the summer - just beauty:
City is teeming with people;
Grinkle places are clogged,
And just hear: "Police!" -
And they immediately hide everything,
What is impossible here.

And the photographer blew a glass,
The lens twists for a long time.
Everything should be at work,
Everything without marriage is the first variety.
The girls have no money,
But go with the photographer
In the "yellow house" and drink vodka -
"Litrbol" - he is also a sport.

And they, of course, do not give a damn
That the mother with the folder is not ordered
To pour someone else's "uncle" -
They have not been "kindergarten" for a long time:
They do not pour -
They are "pouring" to them.

And in the evening on the stage
The anthill comes to life.
Everyone is sitting, who is not lazy,
We sat down to smoke.
Someone hugged a friend there,
Someone here opened the port,
But forgetting a simple glass,
He began to drink from the throat.

And in the summer - just beauty:
City is teeming with people;
Grinkle places are clogged,
And just hear: "Police!" -
And they immediately hide everything,
What is impossible here.