Поэт Дельфинов и Друзья - Лошадь
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This horse is not known where it came from
Opera, of course, just a clown
Churik just a durric
And I - I can say lucky
Well, everything is in order

In the mid -nineties, the plant stood up in our city
Youth sat on Gerasim
Upon fought with drugs in the city
Well, how? He fought with one hand, the other was stubborn
Barygs under the garbage were
And they all knew this, but what to do
It's like a lottery where you are always in losing

Somehow in early August I gathered at the check
Grounded Churika, like, food, he, such, waiting
Okay, rummaging on the tram over the bridge
I arrived in the factory district
Churik's door opens: "" Healthy, sorcerer! Bratko, call! ""
Koldunov is my last name
I go in, and there in the kitchen he has some kind of dick from the mountain
"" Today you sit with me " - hisses on me
"Churik, what is this dick from the mountain?" " - I ask
"" What did you call me? " I am your opera!
You’ll sit with me! ”” - hissed again
I look, and he is stubborn in the gap
"What is really garbage?" " - I ask. -
What is it dumb to me, Churik! ""
And Churik puts the check in his hands: "" Take it and get! ""

Well, okay, I gave the money, I run down the stairs
Suddenly a cry from above: "" Stand! I said to stand! ""
This operas are excited and chases after me
I beat through the courtyard to the tram stop
Well, how? I just ran out of the corner
There is such a "nissan" "healthy, right -handed
And the boys are all in black, I am straight to one of them in a belly
The head is shaved, all in the hillock
"" Where are you scratching, damn? "" - asks me
There is an opera stubborn behind me from around the corner: "Stand, bitch!" "
Bugor only opened his mouth
And behind him, Churik jumps out from around the corner and opera in the back
And both of them fall BUGUGRA straight at the feet

Boys laugh: "They are to you as a saint!" "
Bugor also laughs: "Here are the devils!" "
And the opera gets up and the fuck - the barrel took out the barrel
"" To stand! " - hissing is no longer clear to whom
Well, how? He is generally on the end of the complete
I helped Churika
“Well, you are fucking,” I say
He took my passport, ”Churik mutters me
The opera shows
And crap a hill - and pulled out the opera from the opera
And I, this, think: oh, pussy

And the next moment she appeared
Just walking, such, along the street, one
At sunset, in the factory district
The horse is white
We all opened our mouths: I am with Churik
Boys with a hill, this is a bad opera
And the tram in the distance seemed
And the horse is white in the middle of the street

“Return the barrel,” the opera of the type came to himself
Bugor looks at him, since - and gave the barrel
“Back passport,” Churik says to the opera
Opera looks at him, since - and returned the passport
“Guys, I have a tram,” I say that
And once, such, barrel, barrel - to the tram
“Let's go from here,” - this is Bugor orders
Boys jumping to Nissan, VZHZH, left
And the horse passed by and slowly removes
And the sky is so pink-pink
And quietly, quietly
I sat down in the tram and poured home

And from the bridge I saw it again from above
That's where, where does the white horse at the factory come from? A?
Generally unknown from where it came
Only at home I arrived, I looked, oops-but there is no check
Looks like he dropped it when he flew into the hillock
Well, and so you can say, lucky
Yes, lucky