Взгляд на детали - Сделано В России
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Against the background of the canvas
White blue flag
Hundreds of thousands of meters are captured by a quarrel
The earth was tormented, pricked, tormented, subordinated
Kings, miser, troubles - wars made wars
Who are swords, who has changed the outlines with dreams
I clarify three at night ...
I hope the angel of the keeper of heaven
I hope our heaven is a canopy
Behind it, leads a native breed
Through the gloomy years of spoiling new shoots
They say people are bitter and nation are one
Vodka beats exactly at the target, according to the people and not by
This is done by Russia, and we do Russia
Put the strength with his own hands
And others only shoot our children in the back
Believe me there is such a country on the planet

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We make Russia to make us
Be dissatisfied with love giving all strength
We make Russia to make us
Building on blood to be asked from grandchildren

How much has already been done, how much more will be shit?
In Russia, I close my eyes with a sophisticated
And I imagine how I spit in? Blo of such an asshole
What is sitting high, but what is he? Deliberately *****
Clutch, lured, **** y, finished, threw it out of memory
How many people in Russia in this way
And with us, oops, in our time again? BL@ people
Yes, what did the years have taught us, examples and countries in which
People were slaves in the paws of tyrants
But so I don't need new dads and mom
I don't need another country either
Let them say in the West that the country has overgrown with feces
But we grew up in this dermis
In dirty hands the country and held us
It smells of freedom in the air here
The smell of freedom, factories, millions of sweaty
Dead from hunger, full of anger
Workers turn into zombies
Saturated with sweat and blood
They worked here, built and did a lot

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They say from here you need to dump
They are already sharing their father's lands
Russia is a rich country with poor people
To the pit from the ravine, the road has not yet been tested
With patience and forgiveness in the souls the presence of God
Geniuses are not rare, but in a cage under the paw of dictatorship
Throw pills, salvation, in response an abundance of a mat
Plus - not counting exile, execution, treason
After leaving, even the crowd understands their price.
Salad from peoples, in bad weather, closer to freedom
But slaves in the nuts do not know the codec to their nature.
And so years fly, their speeches are not in fashion,
Patriots are looking for answers
But the man did not get out of work, the same beggar
After a pause at the top there are three colors
Heroin, blue, blood and bird from the coin.
They look at the new Soviet anthem in different directions
Where else will the predatory crows come from
Russians on a snack, a blurted appendage, shortage
There is no order without a grip - tolerate Rus of decline

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Here is the door to the restaurant Russia,
But for us it is closed
On the door is the inscription: "Away of the cattle only for the elite"
That is, for those who sold their homeland with giblets
And for the first I ordered soup with heads
Our people, for the second of our children
The kitchen will put under the knife for transplants to foreigners
The hand transfers the envelope
Love was sold, and here is the long -awaited dessert
- Our blood.
My rap is cobra poison
In the glasses of these freaks
None of the peoples can endure so much
Blood and then a piece of bread is earned
Then selected, do not relax, be assembled
I will be the happiest in the world
If the senator in the parliamentary toilet
Harakiri will make himself.
The top can not stand without a bottom,
The bottom is not needed
I am unarmed, but the word acute is always with me

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