Погост - Стишок Для Ушок
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Birch bark blooms
Flowers have bloomed
The dreams raided the gravel
Dreams were seen
They were today
Tomorrow or yesterday
200 grams of the New Year
300 songs until the morning
I will not be shy about
I will tell you without hesitation
How all people were touched
Then what others laugh over
I'm so glad that in our time
The Internet appeared
Of course they will not believe me
But I was ten years old
I did not cut down then
That there is everything and everything
All who fuck you gave up
Like who fucks
There used to be only people
Those who could study everything
We will no longer about people
Talk about good
The time passed more and more people
More fucking goats
More than those who are simpler
More than those without brains
More fucked bastards
Wesbanov scum whores
And people at least jokingly
Steel like a flock of flies
MDK, Khovan, Nefedov
fucking them anyway
People have chosen not honey
People chose shit

People like freaks
Type of shit and smell of vomiting
Music with only a note
Babs like goats
The world likes bastards
Gopori and prostitutes
Humilly jokes
Tow blood to blood

People love humiliation
People love only those
Who is without news of doubt
Laughs louder, laughter
Those who bitch are crucified
Who is sure of this
The fact that he is terrible in everything
You can't prove a pig
Everything is too fucking
Everything is pussy for you
You are blaspheming gradually
Degraded once
Here is one guy yesterday
And another twelve whores
They swore to me their roof
What is a guy like a rooster
All beautiful and beautiful
Positive and happy
That Pizdat and Okhuenen
That he really is talent
What is the worst
Without it, the country is fucked up
That he is needed fucking
Crushing certainly
Earn loot
Bruthery with his fuck
That carrying garbage on a fotik
Close \ Open the mouth
Nobody can fuck like that
Show your show -offs
This guy is certainly
He earned a hundredth awards
He is pizdat and ohuenen
Okhuenen and Pizdat
Young and good in everything
Adored by the crowd
The salad is slightly similar
He is such a funny bitch
And a funny dear passionate
Here is a vidashka how he is sitting
Smiles with happiness
Here he sings songs
Stop sings? No, he reads
We love reading
He is a breakthrough and knows that
He is a masterpiece and breakthrough
We love to be touched
Series stranger show -offs
We love to worship
For bastards and cattle
We are pleased to listen quietly
Clotons of the kid
We are pleased to shove into our ears
A spoonful of a fresh shit
No no no to us ugly
Our eyes are in the stomach in our mouths
Smooten irresponsibly
From the vomit of the Campot
No no, we need in the heart
We love them finally
Wesbanov is frank
Heart and vagina
We will give birth to the same creatures
And we will teach how to live as we
How we have become fuckers
You will be like that
Wesban about suicide
He will never be remembered
Rot and live nits to live
The parasite always lives
How could you choose this
To consider them an idol
Everything should be prohibited
And they gave you a chance to say
I saw this freedom
Where only terrible dreams are dreams
After all, you like the freaks so
Babs like goats