Слот - Бля нах
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This story in a nutshell
I'll tell you, show in my arms
I brought it to you on my feet
In other languages, it will not be ah

Once in the Poles, I ended up in the houses
Where everything is in the ranks, at posts, on the show
For a long time on the horns, the general, in boots
Inserted through the word - the word - fucking

I experienced my fear that is not clear to me
Was in many countries and edges
In five dialects, languages
I say, but I don't know the word - fucking

I dug in tired brains for a long time
In libraries on shelves, in tables
Asked in the field, in sand and snow
Lost in volumes, in unsteady traces

I met a gray -haired monk
Took out of the cassock Talmud - Almanac
The air shocked them told about the gods
But never inserted the word - whores

Then the veteran all such in the orders
Talked about affairs on military fronts
How they are on their teeth, in bandages on the lips
With the word Stalin, but not whores

Slow guy with him is not in the wretches
Told me about acidic mushrooms
How I sat on the scales - blue clouds
In pink glasses. Stop! Where is the whore.

Fight in the porch on fists
Conversation about debts, about some matters
swing right in the groin, blood on the lips
I decided not to wait for the word - fucking

Small child in small years
Rode in the park on skates - humplings
The whole muzzle in tears stared at the scope
Here I was especially expecting a word - fucking
3 a.m.
Standing in socks and family cowards
Digging without meaning in your hair
I realized - not to find this word to me - fucking

Brother's wife has a mother on pancakes
They drank a lot, but this word is fucking
No one, the infection, neither said nor once
From disorder, leaving, I broke a vase
And oh, a miracle, good Allah heard me,
The mistress of the house said the fucking
There was a bazuka in her thick hands
Now I'm on the run, but I understood the meaning - fucking