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Balalaikin (Remix)

We have bushes over the collective farm
The district pad starts its moped
And everything from yesterday to morning
Metalist Balalaikin poked metal
He's from a bucket and from plywood bastard
Himself a guitar made all the mortality
And playing something a couple of times
He woke up the village fagot

Everything was quiet before this fucking thing
The youth were having fun with drugs
Collective farmers drove their beloved
The litter of the honorable cows
But Balalaikin bastard appeared
Himself a guitar made all the mortality
And playing something a couple of times
He woke up the village fagot

(I'm sticking out)
(yes this is a fucking thing)
(tary-tary-tary-tarchu)
(fucking)
(tare-tare-tare-tare)
(woo !!!)

This metal does not rise in bulls
And for women, the period stops
And the clerk is in shock, as if from a budun
Stole his cow from his barn
And the district Dyakov is a vile pad
Can't envy a rotten moped
To go write an order
That Balalaikin fag

This metal buzzes everyone's head
And neighbor Avdotya's lip twitched
And the watchman Tikhopordov thought that the raid
He fucked up at the post - bitch, shit
Everything from the fact that Balalaikin is a reptile
Himself a guitar made all the mortality
And playing something a couple of times
Fucked the village by fagots

- Well ... hgara fucked up ... two votchleznachny signs, stormy, long
applause, comma, everyone stands up ...
(tare-tare-tare tare-tare-tare)
get up ...
(... chu)
(tare-tare-tare tare-tare-tare)
get up ...
(... chu)
...Well
(tare-tare-tare tare-tare-tare)
get up ...
... gara fucked up
(tare-tare-tare tare-tare-tare)
... gara fucked up
(tare-tare-tare tare-tare-tare)
...Well
(I am a glider ... plan)
... gara fucked up
(...plan)
... gara fucked up
(...plan)
(I'm sticking out!)