Ширяев Алексей - Сеансы Кашпировского
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This is the matter
I am the eighth ten years old
How I got into the war
I have no kids
Having handed the golden wedding
With his old woman
Here we are dudy
Not having children
Our house on the edge
Who has not seen - deaf
Where can you get out of boredom
And all around is a solid drunk
Here we are with the grandmother and decided
And retirement on credit
We bought TV
All of him at least lighten us up
We turn it on in the morning
The screen lights up
We are indignant at tea
Sportloto - one deception
We will take up aerobics
The old bench is creaking
We will move around the world
And we will see the animals
Visiting all the nuances
Wrinkled with impatience
We are waiting for her television and
Kashpirovsky doctor
And how it will begin
Croups the spirit
Then the old woman is cursing
Then the matte Puln I am aloud
And really, in fact
How can it be
Not with your own eyes - on the body
Whoever you want will speak
I would never believe
But people will not lie
Who entrusted himself to him
They say right here:
They say there were warts
And I saw you
Without pills and without grass
Fell off at once
And they sing deaf -mute
Like in the theater of the voice
And bald women have thick
Hair grows
I look with interest myself
And the old woman - my God
Through the demon
Twists twists his head
After this program
After a while I see here
My Elena means
The stomach is planned
Well, you are her mother in the liver
I got my whole soul
And in the end, here is the boy
My grandmother gave birth
Old people fellow villagers
Everyone comes to congratulate
They say to me - what are you Vanya
Well, they ask to show
I will just show them
So there is no one for me
What interests them
I left in the war.
So comrade Kashpirovsky
The case must be disassembled
I will say to Starikovsky
And don't try to wag me
My Elena gave birth
It is no accident and not suddenly
Without mediation of a member
This is the case of your hands
I don't need a stranger ......
Let it not be given
I'm an old woman with a betrayal
I’ll get divorced anyway
Let the shirts take
Takes a child
Let it give birth to himself
This is not mine.
The TV remained
I watched him twisted
And then it seemed again
The one that broke my family
Well, after the television service
I said only - ah
There was nothing to suit
I flaunted in my pants
I cried in Starikovsky
And my hand was shaking
My dear Kashpirovsky
You are sorry to be a fool
I am a rap in a circle
And he informed the newspaper
Looking for a girlfriend
Not younger than twenty