СД, Fallen MC - Городки
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We're playing gorodki on Republic Square
A former cultural figure, settling into pubs
I read it, but I don't understand these rules of the game
Only personal experience, scrapes and bruises, are important
Two peregrine falcons, morning and evening? We're heading far away
Via Novgorod, where the veche is, I was mentally crippled
Afterwards, Tver, where Misha Krug and candles, and other evil spirits
I'm beating out the old-fashioned way, like even and like odd
Then we sang the Marseillaise on the pier, like seasick
Two kebabs at Hasan's, kazakhbakh at Asan's
Croissants at Mont Mantra, like, "Brother, you're a beauty"
We're packing our suitcases, there's a dangerous setup here
Fick die - Fick die polizei, a friend in uniform is criticizing
Through the Turkish Tempelhof, faceless, Sanya on the line
pronto Sanya! Cazzo fai? Vaffanculo, come on, that's it.
When you get to the towns, don't forget to pick up.
Towns as dark as coals, all over Russia.
The wolf of "Well, Just You Wait" knows how we can overcome everything.
Hey, I sharpened my teeth on an oil furnace.
I've warmed up and forgotten how cold it is there in the night.
Euro-town sports, I was in love with you.
Plane Düsseldorf - Amsterdam, Pisa - Cologne.
Eurotour of small towns, it's a shame life is so short.
Recovering the registration certificate - well, they found a fucking fool.
More relevant than meth pouring into the Livorno port.
The most goyish of warm-ups is gorodok e-sports.
Guys with bats in hand drew in the fields.
Let's play, what the hell, I grew up in gorodok myself.
We're playing gorodok in Republic Square.
A former cultural figure, settling into pubs.
I read it, but I don't understand these rules of the game.
Only personal experience, scrapes, and bruises matter.