Slippers are worn down with two left feet.
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The binoculars are stained with the remnants of hawka.
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You can't do it without a pass. |
Tomahawks fly, fall
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And to shreds - they are knocked down silently, even at night.
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So, you are not very powerful.
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You are soaked in the push, we are hordes, the resources are common. |
Get off your hands!
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Soon the father will come, and your floor is unclean.
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What are you? |
Give an injection to an unconscious one, its bottom is leaking.
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Bring more, we got a taste, this is art -
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Grind militants, I've lost count. |
*go away with him.
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I'll start over. |
Oh, the night will be long, I can feel it.
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You will sleep in that world. |
We take turns sleeping.
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And I was once embarrassed that it was dirty behind my ears.
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Now I remove the rest of the meat from my hair with my finger.
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What was his name? |
Let's say John. |
It's like the Russian Vaska.
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Only Vaska is not * andon, like him, the stump is clear!
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There are no innocents here, why would you stick around with a whip?
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It became to be for victory. |
Get a clear salary.
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At the cost of freedom sovereignty of a proud handful,
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And the city is just in pieces. |
I'll shoot you in the nose.
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Well, nothing, nothing, *uh…
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We’ll winter, fortunately I took a sweater with a fleece and bullets with me.
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Look, it should be enough for a long time, fuck?
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Wipe the binoculars, they, in my opinion, flickered out.
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To battle! |
If my term ends on the field,
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I will be pleased with myself, and even if they don’t remember,
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And it’s better to finish the movie in your own way, with dignity.
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Don't stand on the road. |
I'm running after a dream with a rifle.
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And cry! |
Seven more lay down, so how many do you need?
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You were talking about a war like Canada used to be in hockey for us,
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And here the team is recruited in order -
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These guys will shine in frames at the parade.
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Inspired by myself, indifferent to pain,
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On the shoulders of both, the spider no longer argues with the devil. |
To battle!
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Inspired by myself, indifferent to pain,
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On the shoulders of both, the spider no longer argues with the devil. |
To battle!
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Inspired by myself, indifferent to pain,
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On the shoulders of both, the spider no longer argues with the devil. |
To battle!
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Inspired by myself, indifferent to pain,
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On the shoulders of both, the spider no longer argues with the devil.
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This is war!
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This is war. |