Сергей Канунников и Никита Алёшин - Карусель
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Maybe everything changes.
Prediction will not come true
What the ravens will be drunk
In ejection wisdom.
What we were propheted, stupid
In anticipation of happiness.
Did not wait. Purval
All teeth on the part.

Carn Cain Rowing.
Beats bows with diligence.
And the heart does not melt everything
They ask for the blade neck!
Be so want white
But the hook is original
Everything sticks out from under the van
Does not let from black.

Spontaneous carousel
We turn around the bill.
In the heads - drunk hops.
Campaign shoulder
scratch.

You will be fed to the exile.
Call, at least Kramolnik.
But outward starves
The truth will be pulled out naked
Fedoloby boys
With millstones under the cheekbones,
With golden seats
And black dloomy.

Looking for consolation
At his beloved under the wing.
Only something low here so.
Wings are knocked out in the glove.
Kruglochetic girls
With cilia moths
Foreign strawberry all
We will bring for cash.

Spontaneous carousel
We turn around the bill.
In the heads - drunk hops.
Campaign shoulder
scratch.

Here questions are all - extra.
Here you can hardly understand you.
They rule here people come,
Only who gave them into the hands of the whip?
And what a confession
Will give us a sleeping homeland?
Who will Caine?
Will one years for her?

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