| Well boy?
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| Let's divide the city into districts,
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| To suites
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| On faggots
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| to the elite
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| To what is inhabited and only dug,
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| But covered with shaved snouts
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| Brigades with bats,
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| Well-fed faces and those who are covered in the basements on the stoves.
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| Let's share sheds, yards,
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| Let's dig holes, it's time for a fight
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| Let's find the thieves, as if we were stealing the city.
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| Hang the burden of discord on your neck,
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| And let the eyebrows reproachfully burn,
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| We will draw the blood of the lake, we will move in unison.
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| Labyrinths of fences, blind lights,
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| The curtains are closed in the chambers,
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| Ears will not hear the shutter click,
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| motor whine,
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| Moans of the downtrodden, kicks, packs.
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| A ripped open stomach, as a result of an ambulance.
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| Let's make a showdown
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| Throw in the face - present
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| In vain without throwing glances,
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| Lifting beards proudly
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| At the very time, under the swill,
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| Everyone wants the crown honor districts
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| So let the blood flow and hear all the groans.
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| Shops are full, heads are empty,
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| Breaking down bridges
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| Occupies posts together.
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| Snot with thick blood hangs on the door,
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| Bring it all into the world
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| give me chaos
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| Throw - let, empty deeds,
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| All and a little bit of carrion, other forest bodies.
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| They put it on the joint, they are busy with it, let them press
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| I'm sorry, you're pathetic.
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| They take axes, yes knives, and put up crosses.
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| Do you need a lot
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| To be afraid of God, or what to the herd?
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| Let the demons into the masses
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| Add poison to the water
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| Dig ditches, pour poison into them.
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| Kill shame and morals, wash away the old memory,
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| Whatever is gone
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| Let work not disturb
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| Closing the factories
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| Let worries be forgotten in the city,
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| The gates will also be raised, those proud heads As much anger as possible we will absorb into the word enemy!
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| Never a palm, always a fist.
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| Let's do this. |