Alladin FaRaJah - В дневнике...
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(Alladin Farajah)

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Jackals gifted with a blow,
Drown in their own shit
Type of type is not treated,
Rot does not leave outside ...
Bud would be a fallen drop
All around, always, on the water,
Everything returns soon!
Life judges by the rightness,
Those who defended the truth,
The path will become light in darkness ...
On the square from the quarter,
The deil moves on top,
I only believe close in spirit
Because they are known in trouble
The bonds are not blood
But cook food in a single boiler ...
Glare froze on the glass,
Nicky got boring to the wall,
In the gray fuss of paintings,
Blood with a chap on quarantine,
Staff was Delen for pieces
And sold to me in a detrimental world ...
Put all the sharpeners on d and
Sheets that cook in the apartment,
Doors for purposes are open,
In a dash, not Mashta Misier!
Interfering with fakes in Sartir,
Katya by draining the pipe ...
Respect decides everything in the area,
Like the ball everywhere,
The tracks are stored on the deck,
Chronicles, in a photo sheet,
System without honor,
I am honest with the opinion with whom in the wave
Partly miraculous nasas
And fortunately pulls my hand to me ...
Rustling bills at sunset,
Chiregers melt the chips,
Gentlemen will make bets
Blindly conducted by profit
Greedy what is cooked in fat,
The heat will give a sweat at the stake
The circle will become, not wider,
The bush is not placed in the sleeve,
Gust last jus,
So it will be given to the family,
There is not a few humbly from the window that he covers the news and spring,
Do not delve into illness,
Hip will not cure where,
With a HOUN on stage and in arches,
I am addressing the shield to you
Drawing canvases made of were
That sitting in my head ...
My house stands in the swamp,
Peter is always on a horse!
All the crumbs are evil uterus
People in the anthill,
There is enough dirt here for a long time
What was mired in the diary ...