Текст песни Anacondaz - отрывок из Забитые

Santa Claus, your gifts are of little use
You can throw it in the trash, all the trash under the tree
You can burn all the letters I wrote earlier
Better fill me with a juicy wallet for memory

So that I remember for my whole life
That they shone on my body, on Kolya
Popsicle on the can, heat on the shin
Santa Claus, give it to the field

ooh ... (x3)

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