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Come on, come on
Come on
[one]
Come on, come on
He himself swear
[2]
[These words]
Hajime.
Miyagi.
Andy.

[Coupling 1, Miyagi]
As if the movement is outside the law
Frontal peoples
Here the icons fly from the hammer -
Blockbuster, without a microphone


I myself used myself again
Himself ripped his alarm in my head
Himself was surprised in failure, and
He himself climbed into this Berlogue

My Trip is sober, honest near
Come back from terrible non-bass
That was water, not an annoyance
Tears but joy on faces
Some but not understand why so
The hall was one or that degenerate


"I'm fucking * l in my mouth this world"
Consultation talked:
Bit ranking an evil rustle

I crushed:
"What kind of balamuts fought Horror?"
The fee of establishing from such
Psyche Hapnul Poorbore

Would take a fraction and powder, and by corridors
And while this city is wild
I would protect the Hunter
These access of your naive eyes

When the support died
You opened your eyes to this world, as it should
Earlier, guy believing a man's life
Was blind, and rather I was glad to


Now there is little to be a child
Whose angel spirit did not know sins here
So as not laughing wildly, loud
Strange people without gods here

Step-step, and beard to the floor
Knuck-Knuck, died in joke
Tip-Lump - We judge the down
Everyone around, but yourself not in any

Benzom Bullet-ka all holy
Ah yes finish killed grief
Here, man was called like
That animal porc

[Chorus, Miyagi]
Little, little, little, little to us
Little, little, little, little to us
Little, little, little, little, little
Little, little, little, little to us


Little, little, little, little to us
Little, little, little, little to us
Little, little, little, little, little
Little, little, little, little to us

[Coupling 2, Andy Panda]
Years comes, in the mountain throat
Years coma, naked throat
Ria, then since we live
Comco-people in shape

Gendarme
Laws - not our plan
Do not climb into the clan
My Bands did everything myself (y!)

Maybe you will find the place from Pretty?
I see fucking * ditch and how they rudely send nah * p
Society, under * bath writers
Distributed all the holy, you did not come to us (yes)

How did the aura (y!)
What is blurred by the shoulders? (a!)
My skeletons depressed
My lira for the world


This is Outro in the morning
Wrote a hand and as if
I configured to merge a draft
But neither here is something - with * ka, with * ka-smoot

Mountain in T-shirt, joy also
Nomaded with rap, steel older
Cut out five, our one
Brothers as well as we say

This is Outro in the morning
Wrote a hand and as if
I configured to merge a draft
But neither there is something, with * ka, with * ka-smoot

[Chorus, Miyagi]
Little, little, little, little to us
Little, little, little, little to us
Little, little, little, little, little
Little, little, little, little to us

Little, little, little, little to us
Little, little, little, little to us
Little, little, little, little, little
Little, little, little, little to us

Little, little, little, little to us
Little, little, little, little to us
Little, little, little, little, little
Little, little, little, little to us

Little, little, little, little to us
Little, little, little, little to us
Little, little, little, little, little
Little, little, little, little to us