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I was plowed to me for living
Local gopnik Vasya
The polyphonic column of the world
I torn to pieces
not according to concepts, they say
you wear a friend's friend
Who are you chasing
Hey, fucking
I ask questions here
And who knew
that in a couple of years
All in the same autumn
I will remember
With such warmth
His interrogations
what will happen on the boot
Bodrov dilogy
And I will want to return
To the hometown again
drink at least once
A bottle of beer in the entrance
Tell you killed
Vumsmerm how beautiful you are
It's Russia

There is only a cattle with moonshine
and Ryazan beer

in the entrance with boys on the courts
Playing the straps
And whoever came across he got
Standing on a rake
not to give a paw - not a reason
You want to go out
let your father bring
Yes, stop whining, fucking
Where are the Czech Republic
To our mentality
If you are fashionably dressed
Put in a fucker for this
what Berlin,
what else is London fuck
There are echoes
ordinary cattle Saratov

here is the red day of the calendar
And a grape day
mixed
Rushing to dicks
picture of being
Only a shadow
The ability to withdraw yourself
on top of the crumpled ideas
and so love your country
And everything is in her
Not people
Believe me
You will have a chance to leave
In the distant lands
But whether you are so much thirsty for this
Losses
there are more than acquisitions
Do not believe your word?
well, I won't fuck
blasphemy, then check it yourself

And who knew
that in a couple of years
All in the same autumn
I will remember
With such warmth
His interrogations
what will happen on the boot
Bodrov dilogy
And I will want to return
To the hometown again
drink at least once
A bottle of beer in the entrance
Tell you killed
Vumsmerm how beautiful you are
It's Russia

There is only a cattle with moonshine
and Ryazan beer