Петля Пристрастия - Путь прост
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Sometimes gnaws when sunset
And it will be dark behind him
As if a warm ball was driven into hell
To the bottom, to the bottom, to the bottom
No hell. And the sun does not say goodbye
No sense and is not supposed
Drunk master raises a toast
For the fact that the path is simple
The path is simple
The tail is dragged behind you
With each of the lost days
It becomes longer
Here is a piece of meat, bloodied by Wild Dingo
Here you have a bottle of dear perennial. Bingo!
To each his own, to each his own. And right
The future of oblivion is inexperienced
The path is simple
The tail is dragged behind you
With each of the lost days
It becomes longer