Текст песни Ярик-хуярит - Победная песня вайбера

In the hands of mehmods rumbled
Soldiers went to the last fight
And Dolboeb with a Neuzy Cricket
Carried with a torn hand

Flew into the air stunning swamp
Goodbye, the birthplace of the battery
Four fingers near the corpse
That were compressed on the pipe

Your point is the fire
Is about, come, already rushing
Returning Mother from the store
Your modes for the nightstand will find

The mod will be removed from under paper
Batyang unbutton belt
And crepts your ass
For smoking waip, deer

And fly here Telegraph
Mostly Waipshop notify
That a wipe will no longer return
To buy yourself atmos

In the corner will pay a lush-old woman
Lucky tears old man kayfun
And a friend from the entrance will not know
How for your pairs of Rukreun

And there will be a card dust
On the shelf of yellowed books
On the sovereigns, with fur in the ass
And the schoolboy no longer soars

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