If you go into details, this is a hotbed
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A poisonous snake was not nailed with a spear once a rider
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In the evenings they will eel for blue, piss in the front garden
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If you got yourself into that blue damn sleigh...
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For example, Sanya: served as it should - in the landing
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Darling didn’t wait, saying: “Sorry, killer whale
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Apparently, Cupid missed only by hitting the tangent"
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A banal story, but it came out revealing ...
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Alcohol in glasses, neighing in full, you can see their shala
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Outside the window, firing and yelling at the top of their lungs - inshallah!
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Drunk rams, caught a knife in the side because of a pair of whores
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Everyone here finds a meeting with what they longed for
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Hope would not survive among the claws and horns
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Among the cohorts of bastards that will be painted in crimson gaff
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Anger will dissolve you easily, like refined Cahors
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You don't have to be a prophet like Robindranath Tagore -
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To see and understand this fucking circus
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Padik, bench, stall with booze - a simple cycle
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What is closed, like an ouroboros, if the fathers drank
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Young shoots will follow joyfully into zinc
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Funny, С2Н5ОН - more expensive than money
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On cyanotic skin, faces - eyes included in the rage
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These are all excuses: “No work! |
No more strength! |
Yes, I
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From that I drink ... ", Words are empty like a Christmas beach
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Here they smoke and drink, prick and die, chatter and rub
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Muddy Innsmouth, friend - cold ground, stiff as a corpse
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My native hotbed of wickedness will chew you up by morning
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Spitting lumps into the sky with black soot from pipes
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Time is not as much as it seems, but it will be enough
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To find balance while standing on a tightrope
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And there is no insurance, there are only two options in fact:
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Try to reach the end or step into the abyss
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There's not as much time as it seems, so let's
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Become calmer and more tolerant
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It will be easier, only there is one more variant in fact
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Sneer and say: Go fuck yourself, people! |