Bad Balance - У Каталы
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Позабыв про Карла Маркса с "Капиталом",
Вращаются стаканы под крики зазывалы.
У старого фонтана парни в чёрной коже
Клиента чётко вычисляют из толпы по роже.
Из поролона мячик, в одном из трёх удача.
Лоху налили в уши о шансе стать богаче.
А тот свою заначку достаёт и ставит.
Чтоб миллионером стать, всё равно играет.
И до последней тыщи в казино для нищих
Сливает сибиряк всё, что намыл на золотище.
Но ты не страдай, лучше, выпей самогона.
С напёрстков началась эпоха лохотрона.
Звенят стаканы в пальцах у каталы.
Эй, уважаемый, покажи карманы.
Следуй за руками, движения простые.
На площади удачи катают игровые.
Если угадаете, деньги забирайте.
Уверены, что в центре? Отлично, поднимайте.
Стаканы не Бермуды, нет никакого чуда.
В руках каталы изумруды, как в храме Будды.
Вокруг собрались люди, кричит гражданка.
Она поставила кольцо, сумка наизнанку.
Старик тычет палкой: – Обобрали черти!
А уроженец с юга головой уже не вертит.
Он просто бредит, увидев мастерство факира,
Где пропал шарик, будто в цирке Кио.
Улыбка молчаливая, под напёрстком пусто.
Уроженец с юга часы снимает грустно.
Звенят стаканы в пальцах у каталы.
Эй, уважаемый, покажи карманы.
Следуй за руками, движения простые.
На площади удачи катают игровые.
Смелее, смелее, уличная лотерея!
Гуляет вся Россия, подходите веселее.
Пальцы будто змеи, шарик видит кто-то?
Это ведь очень просто, только три поворота.
На глазах народа гражданка снимет шубу,
И будет на коленях умолять пощадить дуру.
Старика почти трупом валит от инфаркта.
"Доигрался" – врач запишет в карту.
Менты следят за бандой, сибиряк бухает.
Будущий курорт с милой мимо проплывает.
В одних носках рыдает уроженец с юга.
Его за долг порежет двоюродный братуха.
Трутся друг о друга по часовой напёрстки.
Американская мечта – развод по-русски.
На мозги нагрузка, катала прячет шарик.
Банда поднимает, кто-то проиграет.
Звенят стаканы в пальцах у каталы.
Эй, уважаемый, покажи карманы.
Следуй за руками, движения простые.
На площади удачи катают игровые.
After forgetting about Karl Marx with "Capital",
The glasses are rotated under the cries of calls.
The old fountain has boys in black skin
The client is clearly calculated from the crowd by erysipelas.
From foam rubber, in one of three luck.
Loch was poured into the ears of the chance to become richer.
And he takes out his stash and puts it.
To become a millionaire, it still plays.
And to the last thousand in a casino for the poor
Siberian merges everything that he washed into a gold.
But do not suffer, better, drink moonshine.
The era of a scam began from the pods.
The glasses are ringing in the fingers of Katala.
Hey, dear, show your pockets.
Follow your hands, the movements are simple.
Gamers ride in good luck.
If you guess, take the money.
Are you sure that in the center? Great, raise.
The glasses are not Bermuda, there is no miracle.
In the hands of Katala Emerald, as in the temple of the Buddha.
People gathered around, a citizen screams.
She put the ring, the bag inside out.
The old man pokes with a stick: - They robbed the devils!
And a native of the south does not turn his head.
He is just crazy when he saw the skill of Fakir,
Where the ball disappeared, as if in the Circus of the Kio.
The smile is silent, empty under the eel.
A native of the south takes the clock sadly.
The glasses are ringing in the fingers of Katala.
Hey, dear, show your pockets.
Follow your hands, the movements are simple.
Gamers ride in good luck.
Bold, bolder, street lottery!
All of Russia walks, come more fun.
Fingers like a snake, does someone see the ball?
It is very simple, only three turns.
In front of the eyes of the people, a citizen will remove the fur coat,
And it will be on the knees to beg the fool.
The old man is almost a corpse from a heart attack.
"Got it" - the doctor will write down in the card.
The cops monitor the gang, the Siberian is thumping.
The future resort with a sweet past swim.
A native of the south sobs in some socks.
A cousin will cut him for his debt.
Turn on each other a clockwork.
The American dream is a divorce in Russian.
The load on the brains, rolled the ball hides.
The gang raises, someone will lose.
The glasses are ringing in the fingers of Katala.
Hey, dear, show your pockets.
Follow your hands, the movements are simple.
Gamers ride in good luck.
The glasses are rotated under the cries of calls.
The old fountain has boys in black skin
The client is clearly calculated from the crowd by erysipelas.
From foam rubber, in one of three luck.
Loch was poured into the ears of the chance to become richer.
And he takes out his stash and puts it.
To become a millionaire, it still plays.
And to the last thousand in a casino for the poor
Siberian merges everything that he washed into a gold.
But do not suffer, better, drink moonshine.
The era of a scam began from the pods.
The glasses are ringing in the fingers of Katala.
Hey, dear, show your pockets.
Follow your hands, the movements are simple.
Gamers ride in good luck.
If you guess, take the money.
Are you sure that in the center? Great, raise.
The glasses are not Bermuda, there is no miracle.
In the hands of Katala Emerald, as in the temple of the Buddha.
People gathered around, a citizen screams.
She put the ring, the bag inside out.
The old man pokes with a stick: - They robbed the devils!
And a native of the south does not turn his head.
He is just crazy when he saw the skill of Fakir,
Where the ball disappeared, as if in the Circus of the Kio.
The smile is silent, empty under the eel.
A native of the south takes the clock sadly.
The glasses are ringing in the fingers of Katala.
Hey, dear, show your pockets.
Follow your hands, the movements are simple.
Gamers ride in good luck.
Bold, bolder, street lottery!
All of Russia walks, come more fun.
Fingers like a snake, does someone see the ball?
It is very simple, only three turns.
In front of the eyes of the people, a citizen will remove the fur coat,
And it will be on the knees to beg the fool.
The old man is almost a corpse from a heart attack.
"Got it" - the doctor will write down in the card.
The cops monitor the gang, the Siberian is thumping.
The future resort with a sweet past swim.
A native of the south sobs in some socks.
A cousin will cut him for his debt.
Turn on each other a clockwork.
The American dream is a divorce in Russian.
The load on the brains, rolled the ball hides.
The gang raises, someone will lose.
The glasses are ringing in the fingers of Katala.
Hey, dear, show your pockets.
Follow your hands, the movements are simple.
Gamers ride in good luck.
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