Фёдор Чистяков - Мажорище
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Then the sky is not covered with clouds
Not thunder, not a hurricane in the middle of the sky of a clear
The gallery was faded
Lose the majors are ill -fated
Everyone is crowded here, important and rank
And their fingers are chopped gold
Day and night their bag-bags stuffed
The goods were flooded in them.
And the goods are difficult, and overseas
And things are not simple, but major
And eyes and teeth predatory wolf
Business noble
Children well -fed fat parents
The raven will turn off you greedy eyeglazons
If only a native child did not cry
If only the native child was saturated
Then not the ringing of the bell is heard
Not foliage rustling yellow
I hear groans only and rustles in the night deaf
This money flows with a muddy river
Let the sweaty, black and dirty
If only tears in three streams - whether it would be possible
They took off the torn - now all the shirts have new
Only they forgot to go to the bathhouse
Children well -fed fat parents
The raven will turn off you greedy eyeglazons
If only a native child did not cry
If only the native child was saturated
Who has something, so they are furious with fat
In taverns they drink vodka, have fun
With their dissolving girls
With their holuis
With your business friends
Yes with your dirty money
Then the sky is not covered with clouds
Not thunder, not a hurricane in the middle of the sky of a clear
The gallery was faded