Янка Дягилева - Берегись
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I will have to crawl out
From the declaration of war for all four strings
From narrow -faced spring to all four walls
From burnt food for all four troubles
From the generation of evil in four black numbers
Throw the old uniform wiped with someone to the holes ...

I will be about to do
Without blue sqmi birds, without weapons,
Yes, go with the ytp, which did not work out,
Leave a gle wagon and junction
On an unheated ash on a homemade broom,
Spin pyki in a dream, so as not to get stuck in the darkness ...

I will have it to be injected
Ostrifted by a laugh for a laughing dungeon,
Squire STEL at the table for a children
A wreath from the spytnaya POZ to deposit psychosis,
Psychedelic on the soot of the bolt in the sow ...
Everyone will come to me - take a bit!
Everyone will come to me - take a bit!