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I am Russian annoying bright signs, jokes
Flat, wounded gold-plated discs
The country gives me swollen any evil
Because of the shower of curvature, I believe in fiction
I am Russian forever waiting for attack,
not sorry and shit on the dead in Iraq
for beer mug read classic girlfriend
I know by heart Roman Onegin Pushkin.
I am Russian, which means I am from a disadvantaged family
Cover of water below grass up to 27
Travel anecdotes about foreigners degenerators, hate them
But pizdets as I want to live in the States.
I am from the country of reimsoring a strange place
I see all the fucking habit since childhood
Glass Medical remedy, Flask on the thigh
It's rushing with family inheritance, not yielding a place in the subway.
In my country, not Tron who climbs on the throne
if I shoot, then there is a cartridge
In the vessel of the world, we have made a thrombus for years
but in silence icy we are burning fire
I am Russian, I ruled panic or apathy
then from the stands for the desk, then because of the parties in the party
I am doomed and awarded to the last sigh
After all, we have a flood, then lust, then, then fuck.

In the curve hutbook books, bottles, rockets
Red eyes and all-time I want to sleep.
knocking on the door Foreign sir with a bouquet
Hurry up to open him the old man's motherland.
From the threshold in dirty army boots Guest scary will send, drunk climb hug
afraid to an old woman, let him abrasiness
Well, where are you defender grandson, your mother!

Still can't bury the old man Lenin
For my fingers in the visitors of the blacks, Madly love the guy who wrote Evgeny Onegin.
We feed as forest protein of our policemen
Correct the capital, federal state apparatus
Fat bitch no longer veins on the regional map
the second for some reason banned slot machines
After the weekend, everything is also dry in the mouth.
Vodka drank my father, drank my grandfather,
She loved to drink even our first legal presidential president
If the Russians have a special recipe,
then vodka would be his secret ingredient
Hugo Chavez Steph Hello all shores
Capital Bitch From America
We are still loved by comrades from far away
And the neighbors are still shooting on our prash troops.

Hello to you my native power
Well, like you, also drink or in crisis
Rostish people or crowd, you know
Just do not need the leaders more.
And so on the holidays screaming "Gorky"
Dancing drunk polka, so far because we are proud of the Siamese eagle
crowned even, and he pecks us and liver
Cook from topores porridge
I doubt that those for whom Russia- Russia
Bay your own so that they were afraid
remember the Red Square, yesterday on the tank rode
Tell me why my grandmother carpet on the wall
And how many rubles it is necessary to live any family
vodka, bears, samovars, matryoshki,
Khokhloma painting and dance accompaniment on a wooden spoon
Limonova Zhiguli or Talent
I suffered in full,
I want to say olive my country!