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На поводу плетемся делаем что скажут,
Наш рацион тут круглыми сутками жрать лажу.
Захочешь снять ошейник быстро закрыть ответки,
Они нас научили дышать в свободной клетке.
Проснулся отработал вечер спи спокойно,
День сурка завтра не отличишь от сегодня.
В средь всей этой мути тихо педали крутим,
Тут скорей дойдешь то ручки чем до сути.
По часам взрослели романтика в апреле,
Зима в любую пору году выбивала двери.
Где только не бывали, как только не лечили,
Задыхаясь в пыли много гибло молодыми.
Есть что вспомнить, но не расскажешь ребенку,
С огромной радостью назад бы отмотал пленку.
Все под одну гребенку наши не гаснут огни,
Походу и в полтос в душе останемся детьми.
And I sat and thought that the white crows were still alive,
I remembered how I lost myself in the parapets of the roofs.
The wind played as if whispered to me be heard,
And at night my mother whispered quietly to the little one.
I sit I look out the window and I think when it’s all over,
I sit and look and I can not catch one thought.
We are a generation of greetings to us too much,
And if there was here the most we all burn in hell.
From childhood to late in the street,
Now, on the contrary, the work of the house is like this and we live.
And again a new day will come and again scowl,
Already there is a girl but is unlikely to call her father.
Childhood is over and I was screaming with * ka you’re lying,
Twelve years when I put a knife to my back.
There used to be so much dirt, but now it’s not about that,
A strange thing life you will understand this, but then.
На поводу плетемся делаем что скажут,
Наш рацион тут круглыми сутками жрать лажу.
Захочешь снять ошейник быстро закрыть ответки,
Они нас научили дышать в свободной клетке.
Проснулся отработал вечер спи спокойно,
День сурка завтра не отличишь от сегодня.
В средь всей этой мути тихо педали крутим,
Тут скорей дойдешь то ручки чем до сути.
По часам взрослели романтика в апреле,
Зима в любую пору году выбивала двери.
Где только не бывали, как только не лечили,
Задыхаясь в пыли много гибло молодыми.
Есть что вспомнить, но не расскажешь ребенку,
С огромной радостью назад бы отмотал пленку.
Все под одну гребенку наши не гаснут огни,
Походу и в полтос в душе останемся детьми.
On the subject of pletemsya do what they say,
Our diet here is a round day to eat crap.
Want to remove the collar quickly close the bridle,
They taught us to breathe in a free cage.
Woke up worked the evening to sleep peacefully,
Groundhog tomorrow can not be distinguished from today.
In the midst of all this turbidity, we quietly pedal,
Here you will soon reach the handle than to the point.
By the hour maturing romance in April,
Winter in any season, knocked the door.
Where have not been, as soon as they have not been treated,
Choking in the dust, many died young.
There is something to remember, but you will not tell the child,
With great joy back would rewind the film.
All under one fence our lights do not go out,
Campaign and half a foot in the shower will remain children.
And I sat and thought that the white crows were still alive,
I remembered how I lost myself in the parapets of the roofs.
The wind played as if whispered to me be heard,
And at night my mother whispered quietly to the little one.
I sit I look out the window and I think when it’s all over,
I sit and look and I can not catch one thought.
We are a generation of greetings to us too much,
And if there was here the most we all burn in hell.
From childhood to late in the street,
Now, on the contrary, the work of the house is like this and we live.
And again a new day will come and again scowl,
Already there is a girl but is unlikely to call her father.
Childhood is over and I was screaming with * ka you’re lying,
Twelve years when I put a knife to my back.
There used to be so much dirt, but now it’s not about that,
A strange thing life you will understand this, but then.
На поводу плетемся делаем что скажут,
Наш рацион тут круглыми сутками жрать лажу.
Захочешь снять ошейник быстро закрыть ответки,
Они нас научили дышать в свободной клетке.
Проснулся отработал вечер спи спокойно,
День сурка завтра не отличишь от сегодня.
В средь всей этой мути тихо педали крутим,
Тут скорей дойдешь то ручки чем до сути.
По часам взрослели романтика в апреле,
Зима в любую пору году выбивала двери.
Где только не бывали, как только не лечили,
Задыхаясь в пыли много гибло молодыми.
Есть что вспомнить, но не расскажешь ребенку,
С огромной радостью назад бы отмотал пленку.
Все под одну гребенку наши не гаснут огни,
Походу и в полтос в душе останемся детьми.
On the occasion, we do what they say,
Our diet here is a round day to eat Laude.
You want to remove the collar quickly close the platforms,
They taught us to breathe in a free cage.
I woke up worked the evening Sleep quietly,
Surk Day tomorrow is not distinguished from today.
In the medium of all this muta, the pedals are quiet,
There will soon come out then handles than before the essence.
According to the clock, the romance in April,
Winter at any time of the year knocked out the door.
Where they were not, as soon as they were not treated,
Panting in dust with a lot of young people.
There is something to remember, but you will not tell the child,
With a great joy back would be filmed.
All under one comb, our lights do not go out,
The campaign and in Poltos in the shower will remain children.
And I sat and thought that white crows are still alive,
I remembered how it was lost in the roof parapets.
The wind played as if he whispered to me if he was heard,
And at night, Mom whispered quietly sleep the baby.
I sit looking out the window and think when everything is over,
I sit looking and not one thought I can’t catch.
We generation hello we want too much
And if it was here we must burn everything in hell.
From childhood to late on the street,
Now, on the contrary, the house work here and live.
And again the new day will come and frowned again,
Already there is a girl, but it is unlikely to call his father.
Childhood ended and I shouted with * ka you’re lying
Twelve years when the knife stick to my back.
Happened so much dirt but now it’s not about
Strange thing Life You will understand it all, but then.
На поводу плетемся делаем что скажут,
Наш рацион тут круглыми сутками жрать лажу.
Захочешь снять ошейник быстро закрыть ответки,
Они нас научили дышать в свободной клетке.
Проснулся отработал вечер спи спокойно,
День сурка завтра не отличишь от сегодня.
В средь всей этой мути тихо педали крутим,
Тут скорей дойдешь то ручки чем до сути.
По часам взрослели романтика в апреле,
Зима в любую пору году выбивала двери.
Где только не бывали, как только не лечили,
Задыхаясь в пыли много гибло молодыми.
Есть что вспомнить, но не расскажешь ребенку,
С огромной радостью назад бы отмотал пленку.
Все под одну гребенку наши не гаснут огни,
Походу и в полтос в душе останемся детьми.
On the occasion, we do what they say,
Our diet here is a round day to eat Laude.
You want to remove the collar quickly close the platforms,
They taught us to breathe in a free cage.
I woke up worked the evening Sleep quietly,
Surk Day tomorrow is not distinguished from today.
In the medium of all this muta, the pedals are quiet,
There will soon come out then handles than before the essence.
According to the clock, the romance in April,
Winter at any time of the year knocked out the door.
Where they were not, as soon as they were not treated,
Panting in dust with a lot of young people.
There is something to remember, but you will not tell the child,
With a great joy back would be filmed.
All under one comb, our lights do not go out,
The campaign and in Poltos in the shower will remain children.
And I sat and thought that white crows are still alive,
I remembered how it was lost in the roof parapets.
The wind played as if he whispered to me if he was heard,
And at night, Mom whispered quietly sleep the baby.
I sit looking out the window and think when everything is over,
I sit looking and not one thought I can’t catch.
We generation hello we want too much
And if it was here we must burn everything in hell.
From childhood to late on the street,
Now, on the contrary, the house work here and live.
And again the new day will come and frowned again,
Already there is a girl, but it is unlikely to call his father.
Childhood ended and I shouted with * ka you’re lying
Twelve years when the knife stick to my back.
Happened so much dirt but now it’s not about
Strange thing Life You will understand it all, but then.
На поводу плетемся делаем что скажут,
Наш рацион тут круглыми сутками жрать лажу.
Захочешь снять ошейник быстро закрыть ответки,
Они нас научили дышать в свободной клетке.
Проснулся отработал вечер спи спокойно,
День сурка завтра не отличишь от сегодня.
В средь всей этой мути тихо педали крутим,
Тут скорей дойдешь то ручки чем до сути.
По часам взрослели романтика в апреле,
Зима в любую пору году выбивала двери.
Где только не бывали, как только не лечили,
Задыхаясь в пыли много гибло молодыми.
Есть что вспомнить, но не расскажешь ребенку,
С огромной радостью назад бы отмотал пленку.
Все под одну гребенку наши не гаснут огни,
Походу и в полтос в душе останемся детьми.
On the subject of weave do what they say
Our diet here day and night to eat I get on.
You want to remove the collar quickly close otvetku,
They taught us to breathe in a free cell.
Woke up worked the evening sleep well
Groundhog Day tomorrow can not be distinguished from today.
In the midst of all this muddy pedal quietly twist,
Then you will soon reach the handle than to the point.
Romance rose in hours in April,
Winter at any time of the year knocked the door.
Wherever they have been, once they have not been treated,
Choking in the dust, many died young.
There is something to remember, but not tell the child
With great joy, I would rewind the tape.
All one size fits our lights do not go out,
Hike and poltos in the shower will remain children.
And I sat and thought that the white crows are still alive,
I remembered how I was lost in the parapets of the roofs.
The wind played as if whispering to me be heard
And at night mom whispered quietly sleep baby.
I sit looking out the window and think when it’s all over,
I sit and watch, and I can’t catch a single thought.
We are a generation hi we want too much
And if we were here the most we burn all in hell.
From childhood until late in the street,
Now, on the contrary, work is a house like this.
And again a new day will come and frowned again,
Already have a girl but is unlikely to call her father.
Childhood is over and I screamed with * ka you’re lying,
Twelve years old when they put a knife to my back.
Happened so much dirt but now is not about
Strange thing life you understand it all, but then.