Голованов - Зима
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Summies, in the will - -20,
And we get together on the road
Lucky
Blue evening streams out the window
Our dispatcher gives us
On take -off

Step around the corner, gloom and twisted
Knocks down the north-prickly
Fleet
All gathered, got into the car
And flew along the way
Forward

The moon burns in the sky with a candle
Drove a jug, does not drown the stove
He is angry
Slide on the ice slope
The cop waves a striped stick
Goat

Murmular cylinders rumble
Gray barons torment
Oils
Dreaming of July Sign
I spat on the floor and the foot
Unsure

The patient lies, the brigade plows
On the bends of the hands of our efforts
Traces
His breath is less and less
Here we are, but a heart attack, but where is
Bits?

Fourth hour syringes do not mine
Neighbors climb into the door with howl
Cattle
Well, let them even prick the "troika"
We accompany and in the bed
Crains

But the bats, barely had time
The pulse is barely of pressure and pressure
Not
There is breath, but somehow weak
We have worked for glory
No strength

Bring a stretcher- well, pipe!
I saw these jokes in the coffin
A hundred years
After all, Chefir and Sugar are waiting at home
What is the call? Come on them ... fuck!
Hey!