Пётр Вахрудонов, Партизан FM - Мечты
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If it could be done that way
You went out into the cold and forgot to put on your coat
Here a compatriot approaches you
Virtually incognito for you

The face is terrible and very tall
A compatriot pokes his finger in the chest
A passerby says: "Are you cold?
So take my coat, come on!"

There are icicles hanging from my nose
He will see this and pour a piss
And leads through the yard darkness
But most likely they will hit me on the tabla

And so it will be
Our time is harsh
Dreams of good people
Shove it up your ass, Pasha!

And so it will be
It's not easy to live in the world
Dreams of good people
Shove it up your ass, Petya!

That would be cool
That's how you go
And towards you
Oops: youth
People of Puritan behavior
They recite Levitansky by heart

They talk about the superiority of small forms
Drinking milk from bottles
Only milk from Burgess book
So I'll hit you with a vape

I have an old iPhone and no money
On the asphalt there is a chalk outline and hello

So I live with dreams in my ass
It's a pity that I'm not Obi-Wan Kenobi