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Ditties

Bolted swamp twisted with nuts:
The ins and outs of the naked will rise
Let him be embarrassed under whips
And go and break the thread - there will be a fuss-massacre
Yes through the bloody through the slits
You can't figure out who is together and who is apart
Wait a minute:
The morning is wiser than the evening
There we'll see, we'll see:
The evening of the morning is more lively
The evening of the morning is rounder -
That will be ahead ...
And as for the night - so hold on, Saint Bartholomew!
Only holiness in you is not cleaner than that,
That we all have ...
You have pleased you as holy saints,
And what did you suffer -
Duc is our chemistry for a couple of years!
And we are holy rascals ...
Can you hear the clock ticking?
So our years go on stilts
And we
Let's spit, let's sail on the blue sea
Yes in white slippers
Yes, on black steamers ...
Look, peaceful little things are crumbling
In toy war
Funny shelves,
Yes, the grief is inconsolable ...
And the commanders amuse themselves with glory
Yes, only about the honor of the drunk will not scratch,
Muffle Czech beer
It smells like garlic today
The word is private and honest
it smells like you know what?
you know what it smells like ?!
it smells like you know what ...
Well, if you found yourself so warlike,
With a show-off, the only warrior in the field
Here's a field for you, fight!
And on the carriages the deceased dwarfs
Just a marathon and hashish kropaliki
We are being anesthetized ...
Our wounds are lacerated
Yes our life is strange
Eh, early morning, Sunday, vigorous
Yes, only the sky is somehow unkind:
Either crimson
Was it stained?
And I don't know what to say
I do not know what to say,
My god, my life
And I stand here spellbound
Yes, I still look like a newborn:
Well, show me more! ..
But I know that without a roof my walls
Without springs, my bed ...
The bloodless veins of this soul ...
Am I to blame?
Take it out and lay it down naked,
Yes, so without tricks,
Otherwise, do not blow your heads off!
Here is the truth stately, yes whole, yes clean
Well, why are you staring?
Break her hymen
Why chick with her?
In short, you dick magpie, Sklifosovskys ...
Come on, don't teach your father ...
To me, too, verbal epics
Well, what's on the sidelines?
I suppose you want to get out clean? ..
Come on guys, come on, the girl is strong!
And we her - yes by gang rape -
They asked kindly!
Well, she's a twisted woman with a tapercha,
Yes, tamed
Yes, the panel walks with a gilded fix
Eh, the shoulders are dark and round,
The figure is chiseled!
Yes, only some kind of dull, doomed gaze
I was once blue-eyed ...
They looked into her eyes -
Yeah, honest mother ...
And black eyes!
And I don't know what to do
And I don't know what to say
My god, my life
But why are those who willingly are slaves,
And who is free - those weak-willed and self-righteous?
And my friends tell me -
Come on them,
But I smell something amiss:
There is some kind of perversion ...
But this lie turned out to be more complicated than I thought.
Am I to blame?
And you were not standing on the sidelines out of timidity -
On the sides of the eye rotating like blades,
Ready to devour everyone!
Suddenly someone's fingers, all stained with blood,
Crispy packs will be shoved into your hands
Relay baton
You will go nuts right away
As soon as you take a glass ...
And they will scald like scalded thoughts
In your boiling kettle.
Your aspirations are insane
Empty promises ...
And run along the cinder path,
Race yes in a drunken stupor you
Increasingly...
And thrusting chilling details into the pool,
You will prove yourself, having come to your senses on an ice floe
Drifting, melting ...
Oh you and drift
When will drag you
From the waters of that