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How does it die in good bad?
It's easy, it's all in the mood
These are dogmas, folk wisdom
Did the good, but the good did not return

Well, don't you need to boil
We must come to terms, know how to share
Nothing to share? Ah, no one shares
This is a problem, not a sin and get drunk

So in Rus', problems were resolved
Drunk, the ocean knee
Everything is in the field, everything is accessible and clear
All -bending, and most importantly publicity

Everyone who accepted from God the speaker
Easy to determine the "guilty"
In the life of Huyova, the power is to blame
If honestly, it is difficult without a mat

They are not fucking that the people are garbage
But for no one this news is not new
However, perhaps someone is dealing
If it had been warming someone

Money in its nature is a given
Money plus power, total, elitism
This is about us, we are rich without measure
And do not be shy of our own faith

Faith in the absence of morals and honor
Faith in the serial of the law on the spot
Faith in all, permissiveness of our
True faith in the faceted "glass"

Two -hundred -haired faceted "glass"
Clean the soul that your confession is
Will bring conscience under the hands of white
Barely alive from your body

But there is no happiness, there is no rest in the soul
What is happening, well, what is it?
Here are a bitch life, neither there nor back
You delve the stronger, it is not clear

Where to find your middle
What would the soul with the body be one?
The goodness to live, smile from the heart
I want to warm, but not warm up

They say to me, they said and say
"That everything is so gloomy?" And they will be obligated
Someone's opinion, great thing
I do not listen to, others at least science

Sing about eternal, about good, about bright
As on the channel "Russia", on, the first
Everything is applied there, everything is in the format
Only talents, simple guys

If there is demand, then you give a sentence
Do you know children, what is this jam with?
No, then you are happy people
Music, light, today on the dish

"Factory", which number I do not remember
"Idol", "artist", what did they say? People's?
That's really modest, tasteful
Fun for you, and then it will be sad

This cannot be taken away from us, this is our
We loved, brighter, painted
In general, what we lack
The TV channel "TNT" replenishes

We loved to live in someone's apartments
Sleep in someone's bunks, where the cameras are in the holes
Clearly show flaws on the body
Dryaz and squabbles, what did you want?

And we wanted more, more and more
Let us show us the plot in the toilet
Stupidity alien to the heart of Otrada
If necessary, then we are only glad
Smart people, they will tell me: “To no avail
So much about this, chatting incessantly "
I myself know, stupid, but it climbs out
Vile thought that for some reason I need

Whether to whine, because I understand once
Better to be silent, “you have everything pussy
You do what you want "
I once told me one comrade

I'm not the second or fifth, not hundred
Who croaks on the native swamp
Pulled, banged, already choked on
And in their own saliva choked

Free - will, live and study
It’s better of of course, to die quickly
Everything in my kingdom, as before
Full ass, but there is hope