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Buchenwald Flava
Artem Kache reads better under buns
Stole sandals, freckles on face
Simple wife, children, removable one-room apartment
Oh, and the old lady fucked up
Knife under the pillow, pecal on the belt
He has already changed four time zones
The era of Pavlik and Kakha himself
The cat will cry in your pocket, poop in your head
And fuck him, pushing his hats to the back of his head
We fight for holy Rus', it smells a little
Moonshine swinging sabers more often at the roads
Everything makes me happy, it’s true, it’s true
Sprechen sprechen the truth
Sprechen sprechen
Sprechen sprechen
Sprechen
Dima Gusev reads better under buns
We often walked like this to get beer at the optician.
Old ladies are not driven out of the entrance
Gold Beer and a big mug will pay us
For advertising these girlfriends, so listen
Go to the store and eat a couple of drinks
Be sure to listen to BF on your mobile phone
Tanya told me that I'm charming
Wiping the floor with Carhart, coughing from above
On cardboards to fit on courts in vestibules
Going East and Going West
Our dears will not wait for them from us.
Dima and I feel good about the splash, because we are rednecks
And we don't have cool mobile phones
But guess what, someone has a more fashionable outfit
We have a second-hand store and we are generally emo kids.
Sneakers fucked up, fucked up broken
We write features, shoot videos with Mongoloids
On a Konica camera
On a Konica camera