DJ FLAR - ночь
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I woke up at night
It was dark
I remembered that I was not a jumper
And it became light
Pashel had a snack
My hour has come
Macaron put the plate
Hit the barrel
But changed his mind
And invented
Go out for a walk
Go along a dark alley
My surname Svyatkin
Nicknamed Asyatkin
I was taught in Virgin
Wear low legs
Be a steep boy
To pour the bydlanov with pepper
Let's get back to the walk
On the night lane
I can walk here cramped
After all, I have been local here for a long time
Lights shine beautifully on the street
Try to make me out
Snow crunches underfoot
I go and watch how the cop thumps
Perhaps I was walking up
Came a lady and swelled