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If we didn't throw the needles under our legs,
If the remnants were sweet,
Would raw hands
If I'm a fool, then it is for a long time,
Treat me too simple
Mood zero ...
From alcohol days counted people
Such people are growing faster

Balleting from poison!
Balleting from poison!

There is a ball, we have people from the edge to the edge,
Faceted paradise, faceted paradise,
In the head, the thought will cost
Swell, breaks,
Only the heart is slower not beats
In tears doctors, shouthes do not shout
Fly not fly, treat not treat

Balleting from poison!
Balleting from poison!