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Guf:
And what to do?
You can move the cabinet
Or call a distant acquaintance and throw him!

While you are smeared, everyone is swinging their swing.
Cao Production!
Although we get older, sometimes so scary
Wake up for adults once ...
While you are smeared, everyone is swinging their swing.
Cao Production!
Although we get older, sometimes so scary
Wake up for adults once ...

And I keep all the way to drive excursions
From the Paveelagi past the Tretyakovyk and to the forge.
And dick with him that they are not letting me in Diaghilev
But in the eyes of the boys in the area I see Respect.
I saw a lot of bottles with holes,
One hole in the back of the head
From the inside of a cast -iron lattice on Butyrka.
And in his small apartment every day
I pray, I hope that I will hold out for five more years.
I'm just barely breathing: I eat smoke during the day,
And at night I write about what I see.
I put my soul, follow the roof.
Sitting. I listen, hear.
I observe, I pustrate, torment, I don’t throw my own, I don’t carry it with me.
Kidding. It happens. Learning. I raise above the bar.
You can hear it, I know.
I appreciate and know the price of the smile of my beloved girl
And I do not break on the stage. I do not rummage in electronics,
I interfere with Garik with hydroponic and let the wigs.
Everyone, from big to smallest
I do not go to Marika, I cry cash.
And I think that even at forty years,
I can’t wear other shoes, except for these sneakers ...

While you are smeared, everyone is swinging their swing.
Cao Production!
Although we get older, sometimes so scary
Wake up for adults once ...
While you are smeared, everyone is swinging their swing.
Cao Production!
Although we get older, sometimes so scary
Wake up for adults once ...

SLIM:
How are you there 569th school?
Everything is fine with me, things are going evenly.
Years are going on, new acquaintances are muddy water,
We are different suits, but from one deck.
In our circle, the boys and I cook porridge,
With which in the evenings in the hut he makes a roof.
Have you heard something, downloaded on the network?
Cut on CD, it was only sprinkled.
I attach this track to your wig
With news from morning newspapers.
And you are all sausage on Trans-Party,
Put this in the morning, I answer.
They muddied at Katya 2 to 25.
Again it will not work to sleep that night.
Whiskey with a brive - save cigarettes.
I would talk tightly with the girl Sveta ...
From the 3rd entrance. Dad at the S-class.
Just acted, studying in the first year
Financial academy. Daytime department.
Loves Lacoste white and blue clover.
I'm not sure, but it seems to me that she would like
With half the clover, relax with the body.
I would even cover the blanket on my bed ...
... for the sake of such a carousel.
We steal normally, although not yet in the telly
We rest only with those who are with us in the subject,
We burn time, swing swing
And we dream of something in the morning on Sunday.

Ptah
As usual, everything, fores, huts, screams, obscenities,
Punies, spoons, lighters, cotton wool.
On the road a couple of paths is not a little priest.
Tired, to be honest, already got it simply.
Still stupid chicks, calls. Although no!
There is one cool one: blond hair,
Nosm is snub -nosed, with an excellent figure, a pleasant voice,
Lives in Peredelkino, somewhere behind the Moscow Ring Road.
I think it will not reach the senses ... Distance ...
"... Well, here. Well, let's call you, otherwise my money was not over, I could not call."
Yes, I don’t need it.
I will bite. The main thing is not to create anything evil,
Otherwise it will end badly: death or 228-
Strict term.

While you are smeared, everyone is swinging their swing.
Cao Production!
Although we get older, sometimes so scary
Wake up for adults once ...
While you are smeared, everyone is swinging their swing.
Cao Production!
Although we get older, sometimes so scary
Wake up for adults once ...