Pasha P - Сказка про белого бычка
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A white bull under Siberia was born, almost in a ravine
All childhood was in a hostel or in the hut
Of course we can say that the bull had fights
But these are all the enemies, albeit with horns, but weak feelings
Used to love and affection, later convinced him
Adult life that the severity is still necessary
After all, the bull lived in a pack, and in this flock there was one
Byclan that we will not win
Their only rite, and we are unlikely to eat them
But the bull was a white gray bull son
He did not want to follow this column
After all, no one knew what was happening in his head
Do you want to believe, do not believe the viewer
But you will hear the story of a real bull you see
He lives with you among you
This goby on the board swings about below there is a mattress
In short, I decided not to follow the crowd
and tried not to live, he is alone in the void
And while his peers were fighting the Bygosy and banged
The little white goby thought about why he was sent here
And yet they hinted him wrong
This is not according to our bull rules
So let's come with us or we will send you to another herd to the herd of rams
Such a prospect is hardly satisfied with him
But he realized that the flock would leave his campaign
Even if he puts himself in place, because thoughts in Boshka cannot be corrected
And the bull to the rams ran, did not respect the Baran goby in truth
It's not that they are different, because the wool is cool
They are humiliated by all their concepts came out
Beyond the understanding of the concepts of the Byklans,
This life is so incomprehensible strange
But the white bull never once humiliated them
On the contrary, he even humiliated himself only by proximity
Reached the maximum possible chance
So that we are all united and become brothers
After all, you need not for the eggs, but the zone is taken
Then perhaps the bull will succeed
But life flows for years to replace the years
It's time to think about what to do in life
And the bull decided to get down where there are more charms
Closer to the European steppe
But the difficult
And there were no bulls there were bears
As well as wolverine wolves and rats
And the life of the bull hung in the balance
He understood that he needed to get out of there
But in a light life honestly does not make sense
And he decided to get up to experience and can fulfill a dream and arrange a bed in Europe
But while I had a fucking bitch trembling on the skin
Its almost every day was tanned by passers -by
Hinting supposedly you are not ours and a roller from here you can’t understand our concepts you are here and
Oh, where is the tundra
My dear I need you
It's a pity that I didn't stay there
Life is a booth
And then a familiar dove flew in with the news
Like, remember the mare, what did you love in childhood?
Duck, she already has calves, share her brother's legacy
Bull whose horns are there
More than the horns of the rest of the horned
although in fact in the size of the horns we are not to blame
After all, all the bulls of the entire planet are made of atoms
But is it to explain this to this Lyadi
White bull -calf is even more
Depresses even thought to leave from life
not well, but what to do, the atmosphere is not the same
Do you want to see the light and all around darkness
Still trying to take away eyes
After all, wolves and bears need to eat something
But the white bull is not shit in the toilet of war
With his will more than satisfied, he will wash them there

But you will hear the story of the bull
And what is moral? And morality is
You cannot be a white bull in life
Few people will understand that milk will go
When it cracked under you ice