Metox - История России
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Through a twisted photograph that didn’t fit my passport
I'm inside the Arbat brothel, - I'm using,
toilet pack is disgusting,
what would make me yell at their staff?
- I want to fuck for cash right now their hostess
and I don't give a fuck about the consequences
After all, I naturally checked the price tag in advance
so that everyone shares with the mussars
as has always been the case here.
and she, too, will sit on the bucket and these paths, making a face
so fucking not like that
but we know your essence - that you need to feed your children
while their friend fucked himself into the depths of the dark camps
and only calls you with a request to warm it up for chifirok with cookies.
He will tell the kids on video -
"I'm on watch, kids - don't forget, we'll solve everything
It still takes a long time to drill these fucking holes for Gazprom
but you write to me
I'm in the north, it's cold here"
A year later he will return, with a new boyfriend, he will burn their mother
and one hundred and fifth, already the second, isolator
And from there straight into the trenches - classic
in half a year he is a hero - so what?- your laws
The city greets with applause.
will return to his wife with remorse that he was wrong and is completely different now
She will hug and - again
There are scandals, frying pans, a baby when it arrives, but what to feed it?
Don't piss, my dear, we'll come up with something to do right now
the boys are back from the mess and everyone wants progress
I heard Vitalik has abs
we will tell him: “give it to the heroes to knead”
Of course, he will lend it - and we will open a shop in the market
Slaves with eggs, pork tenderloins with boots
And we’ll live like bourgeois
Then they blew it and went to the huckster - they took a jacket and felt already well off.
The cycle of brothels - you need to relax before such and such a business
one of them killed himself there and mixed it with some kind of drank
got into an altercation with a local police officer, despite the fact that he is an acquaintance:
Registration, witnesses, search - speed on your pocket
handed over others - and already retrained for storage
the rest - distribution
They gave him three rubles, and others got about seven.
Now let's look at the family - there are three hungry people left
And the salary is not enough for backpacks
The mother goes to the massage parlor for them - to serve the peasants
so that the guys always have notebooks, bread and milk
There I got hooked on the fast one - after all, it doesn’t take out the night ones
In the morning she already forgets what’s there and who she treated.
Receiver on the bookmark -
Mother of many children.
Three year sentence, they tried to soften it
Children, of course, are at the orphanage - “Spy”, “Sukho”, “Lei”.
they call their father before the camps - fuck them
and to her.
There are no money - they put together an organized crime group from orphanages
Shoplifting, robberies and no brakes
As a result, a year later - they are all on the bench too
And here you won’t shout about “yeah”.
Contracts signed immediately - for the stage, Donbass
They even got into one squad - luck this time.
They will be assigned to the assault force - every day there is less strength
Artillerymen, mines
Remembered mother, father and the greatness of Russia
And they fell asleep sweetly in a mass grave.
Russia, you are my Russia, how much bitterness is in you
And how much beauty do you have?
Why are you throwing me only scary pictures?
Am I looking in the wrong place?Or is suffering in our blood?
Russia, you are my Russia, how much bitterness is in you
And how much beauty do you have?
Why are you throwing me only scary pictures?
Am I looking in the wrong place?Or is suffering in our blood?