Танюха - Письмо из зоны
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A letter from the zone.

The most important thing here is: tea, cigarettes, sweets, the more, the better, here it is a currency, to some extent to its weight in gold. And we are dressed, guarded, fed. High fences, kilometers of thorns on the windows of the neck. It happens that you can live, and all, it’s not in the resort, after all - the zone, which I wanted to achieve ... do not spare me - do not, I’ve been corrected for the fifth year. All the lads, there is good luck and a farm! Yes, let Kolyuha write and come with a lawyer. Svetka do not forget to congratulate, at least Merry Christmas!
Your Seryoga.

We have a cups, no reason, we don't need a problem
Right now we will tell you “We are from the zone” about the central boys.
And we smoked and stuck beauty through the neckline
Never finding a solution to what to sing, about your life ...

Here in the central is the ended air and shitty food
I will finish the deadline and come in the wild
Send us sweets, cigarettes, black tea
We will arrange banquets here, warm us from the will

Here we have our own will, we have our gold
Tea, sweets, cigarettes here for the convict, that's all ...
I really want to free reinstall, I have been here all my life
We are fed here, guarded, managed to sit down ...

Don't regret me, you are mom, I have been sitting for the fifth year
The prosecutor would sit at him I will look
You can live here, but in the wild somehow more likes
There in the wild, girls are sea, here is a joy in Anasha

Zhinka filed to the court to the court
I will sit out the deadline - I will come, there will be a gingerbread and a whip to her
Your one flies there, ours lasts a whole century
Send us the parcels, we welcome you - respect !!!

Eh, Taglianochka plays, the convicts are dancing, only on the way
The prisoners were chifir.
I deny the work I don't go to work
Maybe someone is plowing there, I'll see the TV TV

Soon my deadline is already suitable, I will go out to the wild
The entire end of the business trip, the deadline was taken out here
I was a rod in the wild, here I became a postman
Eh, roads you are roads - I exchanged the steering wheel for threads

Kolshchchik to me a party applian, I will drive tea for it
I will paint the days - a tattoo, the inscription: "I love you"
That's all that more? There is nothing more to say!
We did not lie a drop - we can’t see the will of the will.

Come on, come on, come on, come on, we can’t see the will for a century!
Come on, come on, come on, come on, warm us up!