Янка Дягилева - На дороге пятак
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On the road Pyatak - Raki twitched up
Someone spit in the sand - rolled with a ball
Collect on yourself so that there is enough
All roads by yzl - all Yzls with an ax

Grits and so - Yzel in the dust on war
In the years picked up - Yeesy under the porch
I will not give nickname, bury on the ygli
Powns a pebble for pazyhy

Carysel smashed along a chain in an hour
All news - fucked up, but spring began
Grieve - do not burn, grieve - do not blow up
Kill, bury, grieve, forget

I ran, suffocated, stuck, ypal
I saw white snow through a concrete fence
Chydes, but how the goblin wandered through the forests
Throw all of the ryk and throw it to the door

All floors, all the Yigles were fucked up
More than once I got the entrance, came to spend the night
Before YTRA I went to hell and in nonsense
And to Ytra, it failed to the spoilage.

With a view, a lie - with Gysya, blood will run from the cheek
Neither drink, nor to imper
No crosses, no hearts, all the villainous suit
Kill, bury, grieve, forget

Pouring a original thought
Blurs the paths - look, dispersed
In the dark, everything is in one, all one to one
Do not interfere with DRYGGUGY all to the person

All to the person is a scoundrel, like a native Off
Do not tell, dad, and so everything will pass
A series of daughters, undress everyone, lie down
Kill, bury, grieve, forget

Eyes ran through the trunks, in rows
The face rolled on the stones, in the footsteps
Dimensionless hole y.
Forget it for good time, just see yes

Only sunlight on the gaps of Provzhin
Broken forest on door breaks
Bending yzhas in knee bends
Bow to the graves of wooden flowers

Eyes ran through the trunks, in rows
The face rolled on the stones, in the footsteps