Воровайки - Сашенька
текст песни

At 12 in the morning under the clock
We met like a cop with panties
They threw us a tip, they wanted to take it at the shuher
And we opened bread, as if there are few fraurses
Now to the White Sea channel remained a stone's throw

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Sasha, what kind of goat you are Sasha,
And your friend, Loshina, Pashenka,
He would be so flattered with affection
Senechka, go better to lush seeds
After all, access to the body of Vorovaysky
Such freaks are prohibited

And in the morning I poured compliments,
And I did not smell that you are a cop
And those 2 in the corridor-khangi
These are not cops
After all, you are for a quarrel
Zdate, fucking mother
Hello to all opera from Petrovka
From thieves from Vorkuta
Girls, do not like cops, military
Better impotent
Than these fraers from Moore, and here I am
Loved, fool

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