Good Hash Production - День Победы
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Grandfathers will die soon, there will be no day of victory
The poor year after year is more difficult to accumulate for lunch
In heroes - Jews, in the laurels - ped
According to their advice, young people are raised
And this wind is carried by the ashes of the past
Breathing is shot down, the body is worn out
All that the price is muffled,
Whatever he himself was conceived, for that little,
And everything blown away, like the leaves from the sidewalk
When the Listyev was shot,
And everyone who knew the truth, all who used the grass with them
Violating the treatises of the law, they threw bulls from the balconies,
Sold to the enemies of the Balkans, drained Baikal
Having deprived the food of the cups, the threads of the intensity blush
Raise the glasses for red flags,
After all, the latter of those who remember the blockade survive ..

We are covered with locators, like traps
The network will also be put on the network.
When the last flora in your closet under the lamps
You will not allow dirty paws to her .. And you will be right.
One Love Moscow, Good Hash clan and enclave
Come on for now, if you do not hold the intensity
Wait for a lot of grandmas codes if Bulya
By two stakes, then not only luck comes out from the corner
Out of your eyes, don't wait for the good because of the hillock
All the blizzard, as in the taiga, but a little warmer
And with a friendly smile on the fuck,
Intelligence is not to turn over to you "on the needle"
Good Hash in the game, production at the level, Ilya in Murom
The earth flies into the urn, grab it if you drop it
The trenches are already dug around us ..
Have you blackened your mouths?

The old people will delight the parade, in the morning "New Truth" will come out
And we still sleep in such an early
Iraq is buried, Iran is not today and tomorrow
And I would not know this pussy,
It's like a matrix, but there will be no chosen
Only re -elected for the third term
The glazed cheese will end quickly,
And tomorrow, not soon, be patient, son
Seven notes and lups were enclosed in the castle
Good Hash - on the hill the castle did not fall silent
Pull the sharpness on the ground,
The forest ended, fresh water reserves,
The reindeer herders are alarming
No one sees the reason to follow
But I will not help you, as they did not help
Legs are riveted to the surface of the earth
Folded the remains of the past, poured fresh
Salit volleys will delight grandparents ..

High ranks are looking for reasons to make us poor
if there is a varik - break the mouth to these predators
Having hit the bars, it is difficult for them to threaten impeachment
Giving the head of food is not to turn over Nietzsche
Dick knows what kind of ford, Drisch broadcasts from the bottom
We smoke good hash and don't fuck about our life
This is not a cry for help, it just happened like this
Became a little better heard? All fucked up, buddy
One law for almost any party
Either ended up in a pussy, or remained in the plus
Perhaps tomorrow you will not find your city on the globe
I am for the free use of ultrasound
They are trying to instill us fagot tastes
The illusion of what is not, what to think vilely about
Like it or not, you can't throw out this garbage
Health to the elderly .. Everything else is a dick with him!