Dybena leaves holes like in parmesan cheese
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Hucksters sit in the woods like partisans
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Bolshevik father, Dybena mother
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Selling a kilo of chalk to ladies is not a melodrama
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Dybena leaves holes like in parmesan cheese
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Hucksters sit in the woods like partisans
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Bolshevik father, Dybena mother
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Selling a kilo of chalk to ladies is not a melodrama
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Everything here is the same as it has been since the market closed.
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I'm going blue, the rest are stored under a SIM card
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On Sunday, every first one is glued like a sticker
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Mushroom pickers are looking for cops not at all for boletus
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There are bruises under the eyelids, you will rest later
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The right bank of the blue river behind the Volodarsky bridge
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Tell me what you are so tight on, I'll tell you who you are
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Frost minus thirty, f*ck go to work
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They don’t sleep on their hind legs - the huckster is waiting at the store
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Your dad made you play with plasticine in vain
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Inside the car now the search is complete
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If it finds reserves, it will close for a long time
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Because of the glass, a trio car blue field was burning
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Glances around the flasher yiwu
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There are bracelets on the belts, he did not throw off a gram of snow
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There is not a single ruble to pay off them
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Hands behind the head the rain beats outside the window
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There is only an outfit and he is thinking about one thing
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In eight years, the wife will have a different life
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Well, there is no knife in my hand, now hold on
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Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
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Dybena leaves holes like in parmesan cheese
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Hucksters sit in the woods like partisans
|
Bolshevik father, Dybena mother
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Selling a kilo of chalk to ladies is not a melodrama
|
Dybena leaves holes like in parmesan cheese
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Hucksters sit in the woods like partisans
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Bolshevik father, Dybena mother
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Selling a kilo of chalk to ladies is not a melodrama |