The topic is dedicated to Tuniyads, alcoholics,
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It is forbidden to listen to children, old people and homosexuals
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in bobbins
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Bruises are bred like rabbits go to eateries
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Looking for a couple of free tables
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Past cardboard houses, drunken comedians
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in topics
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In search of a husband, they circle through the puddles,
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Listen, one such carcass could be for dinner
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Suck the soul out of the heart, out of every blue pepper.
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Local whores sing ditties in pubs
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Circles beat there, and Pushkin rushes everyone
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In animals
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Goblin, squirrels, demons, in general, all those that live on the edge of the forest
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There are princesses, there are princes, there are kings
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And everyone is drinking black brother
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Anyway,
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Ale, family connection reception, panama
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My pale-faced nigga, what do you say, amigo?
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The story I'm about to tell you now
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Once and for all distorted my opinion
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About the stages of alcohol intoxication
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I will remember those movements for the rest of my life.
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Brief summary of what happened:
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Friend's birthday, just the beginning
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All guests are still strong, drinking beer
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Someone vodka, cognac,
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But no one can get drunk in any way
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Since snacks are the sea, cold, hot |
Everything is very tasty, but the bread is not thick
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Well, fuck him.
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Only Edik has an empty stomach.
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And now everyone is moderately well-fed, moderately drunk
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Including Edik, sitting on the sofa
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Began to use gifts and god ja
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Kept by the birthday man in his pocket
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It was then that it all began, Edik began to drive
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He turned into a clown
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Well, let's perform such numbers,
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What can not be seen in the circus,
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He started his mission
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From splashing water from an aquarium
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He beat his head against the walls, fell to the floor
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I undressed myself, pawed, for some reason wept
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He growled, made faces, threw himself at almost everyone
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Then he got offended at someone, spat,
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Again he dressed, then undressed
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If you knew how I laugh, I'm fucked up.
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I already wanted to call 03,
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After five hours of hysteria,
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Something crackled in my chest
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And what do you think?
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They called an ambulance anyway, only for Edik
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I have not seen this in my life.
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He either knocked out his jaw or dislocated it
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When the doctors took him away
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I sighed and concluded
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After the stage of coma intoxication
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Edik's stage comes even more comatose.
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Oh baby, I'm going to suck right now, |
The liqueur comes out, hold on Marusya
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Vaughn Dusya jumps push, push (come on faster)
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Oh, I can’t, oh, I’m dying, I’m quicker.
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Intubate! |
Yes, not there and not like that,
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You open, pour, toast and into the ravine,
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And there is vodka, aunt, give me some liquor
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Seeds for a snack, oh, girls will sing right now!
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Every day, every day, filled throats
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Burnt vodka
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And spit on the liver
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Both boys and girls
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Smile and clean up
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And no matter where, no matter where
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Holding a bottle in a shaking hand
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I'll tell you one thing guys
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Everything will be all right
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If all year round you drink only what is rushing
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The sun was smoldering, it was already getting dark 3 drunken bodies
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We drank boldly under the window, Sam's car
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Pissed walls lick your fingers
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Plastic cups, toast to you boys
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The bruises performed, danced the boogie boogie
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All the boys were closed in the district
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Pressing my hands to my stomach, I thought I would die of hysteria
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Believe the same expired
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When I saw fuck
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Local bruise Vasya,
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When in my yard he gave out on the double bass
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For Aunt Asya
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To forgive, let me go home
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What did he think before, now
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Vasya put his sneakers in the corner. |
By the way, those guys got drunk in the end,
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They vomited there
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Barely got up
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When they tried to drag them into a bobbik
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Garbage for sale,
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Fuck you laugh this can happen to everyone
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Filled with delight
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I get to the morgue, I got drunk like a pig two hours earlier
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You know how it happens, he fought badly,
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Everything would be nothing, but only the skull was broken
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Here everyone rushes in search of a doctor in the heat of the moment
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BSMP, well, etc., etc.
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Doctor breathes fumes
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Doesn't fucking hear at all
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In your fucking phonendoscope
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Silence as hell
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As long as there is the essence and the matter, panic
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The orderlies took me to the cold basement
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I woke up on the third shelf, darkness around
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And the stench of spoiled herring
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Drunk, I thought that on a submarine
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I have a lump in my throat
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And here in your pocket, Fuck yourself! |
Half a liter of vodka
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Well, don't give a fuck where to fuck in a boat, so in a boat!
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And so every day, every day, the throats are filled
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Burnt vodka
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And spit on the liver
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Both boys and girls
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Smile and clean up
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And no matter where, no matter where
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Holding a bottle in a shaking hand
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I'll tell you one thing guys |
Everything will be all right
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If all year round you drink only what is rushing
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And so every day, every day, the throats are filled
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Burnt vodka
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And spit on the liver
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Both boys and girls
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Smile and clean up
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And no matter where, no matter where
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Holding a bottle in a shaking hand
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I'll tell you one thing guys
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Everything will be all right
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If all year round you drink only what is rushing |