| From White Russia, two hard-earned on the microphone.
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| Everything will be more beautiful when we are on the pylon.
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| Let's raise our hands uphill, smile at 32.
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| If I knew what we wanted, the goldfish would die.
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| Here, as absolutely and everywhere, there are a lot of cased people.
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| Often health is planted too early.
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| Don't sit down - painted; |
| we will moor in ports.
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| I was both proud and proud that I am a Minsker!
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| We broadcast from the outskirts of our native city.
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| Life loves to play, it's like stubborn.
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| Shaking, but not from the cold, not a little lived.
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| Don't worry about it, everything has been decided for us a long time ago.
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| We all sinned, (but) if you do it, it's worse,
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| Like a heifer on a chinchilla often does not shine with her mind.
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| Beauty-spring to everyone whose head is in place.
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| Hello little! |
| Pull up, let's make some noise in a gesture.
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| Hello! |
| You know who is on the phone.
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| Here the masters will justify you for the full bottom.
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| Both behu and payne, where to scroll the pennies.
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| Same thing: do it, do it, bitch, make money.
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| This, this is not snot for your girlfriend.
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| This is a slap under her butt, if the butt is elastic there.
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| If roads, then wands, and nails, and bumps.
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| Do you jump off? |
| The smartest ones don't have kidneys.
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| And the boys are tired of scribbles,
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| And I saw your thieves pedal.
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| Hello! |
| This whole life is a helicopter.
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| Shitty question. |
| And I would put 2 fingers in her mouth.
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| Sister sister is your breed, dull wool.
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| “Be kinder,” he said to himself, and again wrote a tin.
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| And I'm tired of everything about the same thing to you every time.
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| Bratubrat is here for you, "Eight" in each basin.
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| Let's make some noise.
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| "Eight" in each basin! |