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Descendants of Yuri Gagarin, Joseph Stalin dedicated
Everyone who grew up in this country, who was born in it
All who remember it for you these lines
What's hear Futsal than

Descendants of Yuri Gagarin, Joseph Stalin
Now signals I chased lines were
In heart and soul, to hear Yeltsin
Why, all the stigma of fluff
The era of the origins of seventeen ninety-one
I will give the date of memory
Under the hit list of the files to remove
Russell country not hruschevke
And on the estate. Thank you brothers.
I hammer arrow Wolves
I will come as always to himself
Pull out the belt of his trousers, shoes laces of
That was handier convoy
Sunset haze, little eyes are brown
Come with you at the bar for a drink stoparik
Moscow elegant Tbilisi pleased
I'm in the order, where he lived my great-grandfather
Not in the capital city
But when a country where not rob openly
I'm all over this era absorbed
Today, with its remnants of smoke choked
Let's brother us krapolyu
Come for the motherland, for Stalin let
Let's trunk lead to weight
Come for Gagarin, for it no longer drink
For a long time and can correctly
But to bring the date of memory I was destined
Surrender time batyu, the country would be a sin
How many thoughts wandering mind. I stumbled on a Monday: In Russian & quot; love & quot; read & quot; lave & quot ;. I wish you love and a lot of money!
Family ektses and constant
Strong plexus
Seven months and the creation
Soviet minds of academics
Kalash effort to defeat
My expression after installation
Post-Soviet engineers neutralize
Membrane enemy forces do not stand
I will sacrifice for the sake of the soul Union
Sean Conor or you Vakhtang Kikabidze
Here craves murder
Merged with the lads in uniform
Hold on serpentine
Where the smell of gasoline patsanchiki
And in your hands Lighter
Then a bullet with a loaf
Where the first Hapki tears dyhalku
And benz Pjatihatki, bring to you the heel

Fifty
Come on
Fifty

Let's take a fifty
Not a goose, and a native of the Capital
Then a smoke as usual
The plan is excellent, under it we cut skillfully
As Stalin chopper
Half a century late, we
Then here's the Khrushchev thaw
Smoothly joined the Brezhnev stagnation
There's still a stele my godfather idle
And we've got to wait shoals
Toward the east, in the west itself
Already loaded in the morning go and
Gently scratch the
Shmalyaet so that fly off the cuff links
From the Soviet Union I got to zapadki
From Brooklyn to the island, brought the Apostle
Unknown fucking fifty

Fifty
Come on
Fifty