babangida - Ошибка навигатора
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12 hours beat chimes 6 rounds occur
We remove the virtuals as after the meadow of the sculpture of Tseretelli Zurab
Where is your ship sailing, Vasya Parakhod?
You do not eat in a hide and seek a phantom
From Tripoli to Damascus, I was hiding the hood of the master,
From the Order of Gashashinov in Law
Like Roma Zhigan Style sign
fuck like a snake snake in a casta for a shame I knock down castes
then I put tremor totem and now the battle went to the ground
here Russian MF Dum Rapu for food
take the maestro for the cheek Elda, here Bob Dedul
I sail the bit like a compass in the ocean of words
I also do not occupy my brother's experience
Your Gundish style does not join with the image of a doveman's pigeon on the chorus
Like Filya or Valery Kipelov
Would you already sang with a half of the Russian turnip
So the guys guess the rebus why all the judges tried on the panties of the tango
maybe ascis is familiar with them or still has not heated with a fitness
After all, the brother goes to the record of 7000 fits

Navigator Error Naebalovo Batla
Bob went too far
The ascade flies the return,
Kill the robbery.
Here everything can be cheers !!

Okay, navigator error, Assid looks like Garik Kharlamov
beautiful in general, he has friends of judge salam to them all
But with us Perun and Zeus, Oban Van on Kutuz
Let everyone know who will miss the next round
But you are not a pencil you are Kim Kardashian
Even I did not see such a lot of experience with such a lot
a phytochik with a maaestroy laveshka you raise a dohui but you don't fuck
my boyars wear beards and are ready to repulse any thief
we fuck us 4 Reich Wafflers will be torn
Hour of the Wolf I on the cipher, Ka Stirlets Borman
Cobra style hide in the trench all mob
Pencil and Asid here even the moderator loaded
In the Reich, he does things and wildly changed his style
So go navigator our fighter through the cold fjord
And the hand does not flinch to enslave the slaves of the fucking
Great wars Kutuzov Pyt-Yah
we fucking

Navigator Error Naebalovo Batla
Bob went too far
ASID Veruetual like a woman has a gasket
Kill the robbery.
Everything can be cheers here!

Sheeeeeee
The mistake was when you took the first step,
Now you already decide you
How to evaluate this world, it is funny for you,
Curly like Pierre Richard
Or uncomfortable as in the ring of Levsha
And here the tired rows have long been lying
In the cemetery outside the city line
Once we will all become for worms of food,
But pumps the cue ball and the lines are scattered in the notebook
We’ll slip maybe, wrapped up a fraternal
We are lying on TV, they say the world multi -poured
But someone directs us from above,
I make marks in the fields, the branches hurt from nails
I was crucified, but not for long, free again
And at home again, it's more of you
A mistake called life
Until the spring shoots, write a couple more lines
And our navigator paved the course in 6 days
Buyuyato, but he knows better, he rested on the seventh
If he could deduct the speed to the maximum
They say that you need a clear mind on that shore
But I can slowly catch up with the fuss
Here no one to run away and to appear before that
What is destined without being overboard
Last brother give up the ballast brother
We will break through only like that

This world is one big mistake
And we are only gears in the car
Which is a blind navigator
Leads through the storm
And ahead is not known what
Perhaps they are not waiting for us there ...

The whole life of a journey through the ocean of problems,
But not the time to panic on the ship
On deck dancing, guitars to shipwrecking a couple more years
Although there is no bazaar, our navigator is in adequate
Once I told me you do not open ahead of time
This bottle with a note that I composed about our disaster,
And I opened and there is not a line
So the blank sheet of paper will be thrown into the water
And maybe we will find a track
From yellow brick, and to the emerald city
Where everything around is familiar and side by side, the lag is lying with a lion
And no doubt has no one that God is love,
And I will think there - this is all the notes
Our world decays from the inside
Like a body under an oilcloth in a morgue on an iron table
After all, many are not yellow