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And I did everything in fraternal all the time
He helped out all the time
Gave someone a change for someone
And you all widen like bitches
And when I have problems
Then you all quickly surrendered
There were many of us, but there were three left
This game all fly out
We are familiar with us all here
The kid has a stronger feeling of pain
Not from a blow, but from a fraternal share
Boys grew up from the districts
Who is stirring up themes
Who is resting with the family at home
But we are all the same in the evening in the area
We sit and remember
Where there were many of us
Boys grow up yes
Years are running
There are few of us
But only loved ones will understand
Boys grow up yes
Years are running
There are few of us
But only loved ones will understand
There were many of us
But the road divorced once
If fate does not give a chance
She does not give twice
Sometimes keta is drained like garbage
Stupidly scary
If you are a muddy, then yours
If the money is our
Today, almost all cool grandmas hold in crypts today
Once changed rubles for bucks
All are bandits
Once held trunks against a background of a jeep type
When it came time to solve
Hands tremble from tick
My friends are not dogs - loyal wolves
My friends are for me for business
Behind me
My friends will cover with my body
Behind me straight to God
Although we are not enough here
But together there are quite a lot of us
Boys grow up yes
Years are running
There are few of us
But only loved ones will understand
Boys grow up yes
Years are running
There are few of us
But only loved ones will understand
Boys grow up
Years are all running yes
There are few of us
But only loved ones will understand
Boys grow up
Years are running
There are few of us
But only loved ones will understand
I remember different things
How we became older
The themes have become more sainless
Nerves at the limit
Boys prayed to my skills to quickly hide
All were in one
Flowering to the tag
In the glove compartment injury
They are on the legs
They scream praying fucking
There are three of you, I am alone
The trunk whispers to me
This is not good
Right now, I’ll get boys
Happiness will only dream
Look into my eyes
They ask me to soften
We will either be buried
Or stupidly stuck, fasten
Fasten the belt scream in truth
We were taught to beat on exhalation
I exhaled
The body fell so slowly
The windbreaker shook out
Boys grow up yes
Years are running
There are few of us
But only loved ones will understand
Boys grow up yes
Years are running
There are few of us
But only loved ones will understand
Boys grow up
Years are all running yes
There are few of us
But only loved ones will understand
Boys grow up
Years are running
There are few of us
But only loved ones will understand