SGM - дота и армия
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Every day is my day, in its own cyclical
They only have a bunker, a posth is a matter of habit
nights like jumper, sleeped, devoured and again
everything broke about the door of a knock of half the second

I don't know anyone who would be at least a little happy
Shit happens, the agenda, the path to the military registration and enlistment office
while he always sat and just chopped into Dota
In principle, this is all that I exchanged for years

And what kind of debt is that when I owed it?
I did not bother anyone, and preferred to forget. He knew
He gave himself to the game freely and confidently
I forgot about my homeland and there was

Everything was fast, bus, train carriage
Comparable to the shot, with the flight of a sniper poke
Then, like infinity, the way to the east
And like a sentence at the place of service Vladivostok
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Now the barracks and platoon is my family
Was it like a god there, and who is here now?
So far from home, from the native ship
like heaven and earth, Dota and the army
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Downs everywhere, critics, I am not surprised
About three out of five, I am amazed
in the morning rise, I give a kick to my desires
While my sleep mode according to stream schedules

I remember the last game, how I farmed, stuck
What now? Longing, nightmare, Sashkvar ..
Grandfathers impudent bitches, they want to crush under themselves
From volitional boys make obedient kittens

Here I am Fidak, but in Dota I would explain what and how I would have scattered everyone, but this is such a trifle
Now I am in the crowd on the tip of the needle
instead of the composition of the cattle, in the outfit my floors

And again march, again to cram the charter
Dream of a puff, fall tightly the charter
I hear the ensign a scream, standing quietly at the rack
clinging to the pillow, only thinking

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Now the barracks and platoon is my family
Was it like a god there, and who is here now?
So far from home, from the native ship
like heaven and earth, Dota and the army
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Cigarette grip, my Aegis condensed.
Now I'm in the army, in the system like a gear
And on the feet are not a crutch now, but a leather berts.
Dota was everything, I was like Anding, a dead man

As it turned out there and everything is the same
You are alone here, there is no help, kicks from the pun
And all these aspects are seized from A to Z
And I, I hope like there on myself

All as one, shovel, helmet, machine gun, fucking
As if mypo, but one hundred and twenty -five clones
Work for wear, trenches, march throw
I'm not a squirrel here, a spirit, a dog, a vessel

But I will return to a man, and let no one wait
I will not bend! I will not get out, and I don't bake
In the meantime, only a year still ahead
I was not ready, but I was ponder, to the chest in my chest
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Now the barracks and platoon is my family
Was it like a god there, and who is here now?
So far from home, from the native ship
like heaven and earth, Dota and the army
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