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When will you get drunk?
Weight when you are saturated with coins?
Judas silver back took everything
Judas yes, but you don't
When will you get drunk?
Weight when you are saturated with coins?
Judas silver back took everything
Judas yes, but you don't
Sergey Ivanovich began to work in a traffic police
But I didn't want to share so that I even got into a batch
I brought in the end who needs it, and fled to
And he went to business when he realized that he had lost his hearty places
One magazine is not enough, three are necessary, six eight
It is necessary to live, climb, grow so that there is a babosik
I connected the connections there, I launched the check on a visit
Then squeezed, captured, wrapped, threw it
Cottage in the Crimea, dacha in Spain, in Moscow Tavern
I’ll hide a couple of stitching in a stable, one under the floor, probably
Fishing jeep, hunting jeep, wife Panamera
Es'ka and Gelik to work, for the evening Ferra 'Modena
It's a pity that there is only no happiness and God did not give children
It's a pity that you really want to sob in private right
It's a pity, I grabbed a heart attack on a yacht, no one was waiting
There are no ATMs from the graves - I would have taken everything with me
When will you get drunk?
Weight when you are saturated with coins?
Judas silver back took everything
Judas yes, but you don't
When will you get drunk?
Weight when you are saturated with coins?
Judas silver back took everything
Judas yes, but you don't
Ivan Sergeyich, let's just say, with the appearance of a simple
It is not clear how he even mastered the middle school
Extremely naive when the bakery was opened with his brother
Everyone laughed in a fist: bake bread from dust
Oh, look, the loot fell, look how lucky
And Vanya is either with packages in an orphanage, then with a repair to the temple
Vanya then brought lice under the abuse of his wife
Fashion took on weekends in the district center he feed homeless people
Expanded around the edge, opened the bakers five
And our Bornage on the Old Niva continues to travel
Neither wife in foreign countries, nor children to pamper:
"Well, you are a jerk, of course, Vanka, a fool to give or take"
And when he died, they found out about him at all
That at home he built homeless and chapels secretly
Seeing the village, the priests were buried with a round dance
Everyone is light in their souls: in a good way, Vanya
When will you already stumble?
Call when you seduce coins?
Any soldier surrounded
Soldier yes, but you don't
Where, tell me, will you ascend?
What will the light will resurrect you?
Judas got down and Spezi
Judas yes, but you don't