Виктор Тюменский - По фене
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There is noise on the ban, bustle
They are hunting for a pair of pinch
Two shirts of a peasant tickle
And he yells like a fried cock

And here is a blow to the scurvy hairy
Milestone Kent is soaked hoarse
And I pry it with a striped culp
The wind is in Kishen, or rather a goglyak

And you are a minute wrap
Not in the pod, you, Bixie Falois
Biks with screws are like cats
And chefs in a pile are picked up their pile

And Kent and I put a joke on the hairdryer
For the fufel matsai we want to break the rotten
She is a bench press, a pile of clean
Bazeta bitch: "You will fly to Kachi"

And free is fun today
The country meets the holiday New Year
Drink prosecutors, cops and lawyers
And they want us to suck our paws

And we fuck*m the laws of this power
In our area in bulk of different suits
Plan - deputy, water, tea, vodara
Its own company has its own guitar

And we buzz, buzz like steam locomotives
For us freedom spilled tears
Let it be eternal, anonism will be eternal
While we are building our Soviet cranism

Kalachiki swallow in one corner
In another corner, the bosses are stuffed
But in the dark not far and to sin
Flying for a thieves rooster