Дядя Джонни - Ёлочка
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Hello
It's cold here
It's so cold here that I want to sleep
Answer
May be
Maybe I will not have to wait for the answer

The meat will die on the front line
Other meat is waiting for him from the war
And the third meat is commanded by "Hitch" "
Fourth
Christmas tree, Gori
The meat will die on the front line
Other meat is waiting for him from the war
And the third meat is commanded by "Hitch" "
Fourth
Christmas tree, Gori

I carry letters personally in the mail
Date, signature, neighboring window
In the evenings with a platoon we smoke Anasha
So that it is not dark in the dugout
Wow, stars of forty degrees frost
Ah, mug of forty degrees water
Ten years ago or forward
What kind of nonsense, it was always so

The meat will die on the front line
Other meat is waiting for him from the war
And the third meat is commanded by "Hitch" "
Fourth
Christmas tree, Gori
The meat will die on the front line
Other meat is waiting for him from the war
Fourth meat
Op-pa,
Christmas tree, Gori

Meat, meat, meat, meat
Meat, meat, meat, meat
Meat, meat