| About side aspects of modern civilization...
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| Ghouls-ghouls have bred very much,
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| Nightmare people, broken spirit.
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| If the full moon came out at night -
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| Even Winnie the Pooh can become a werewolf.
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| It can be seen that something did not grow together in very thin areas:
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| Short circuit or general failure.
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| Only the machinations of Lucifer poured on us
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| And sowed melancholy, fear and scuffle.
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| Oh, it’s not in vain that old man Einstein tore at the waistcoat,
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| Like, tie it up, lads, split the nuclei,
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| As if he knew that from the core exactly on Christmas Eve
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| Something will come out that we can't handle later.
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| And it went haywire, flattened the planet,
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| The human race has rotted under its yoke.
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| If today a person aspires to the light,
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| Will definitely step into someone's shit.
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| Windows is buggy on the network, the virus sharpens files,
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| The peaceful atom is quietly crawling into the flesh like cancer.
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| And the two-headed bald rook looks fatal,
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| Since it was clearly not the Lord who created it.
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| Aggressive environment has become the norm,
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| There is a fierce longing in the heart, a dope in the head.
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| And the ghost of communism stalks the country,
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| Undermining the peaceful life of the valiant peasants.
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| Citizen Andropov Yu. was not at home at night
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| And in the morning he answered the question of his wife,
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| That yesterday was kidnapped by an unfamiliar witch
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| And he was bitten by her in the back.
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| And the other day, a noisy spirit in the Stella restaurant
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| On the birthday of the FSB made a brawl.
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| The district lieutenant closes the case:
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| Although noisy, he is a spirit - what can you take from him.
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| An anomalous wind circles and swirls over the country,
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| There is a chill coming from the ozone hole.
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| Evil forces oppress the federal center,
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| Fog with a nasty smell on the outskirts.
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| And I poured myself a hundred grams, I feel I'm getting stronger,
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| The heart went wild, the muscle poured,
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| And I sit on the stove, I exude myrrh,
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| And Archangel Michael huddles at the porch. |