Yes I'm in the same regular labor CROS
Yes, I'm still the same , smoke pipe for poltosu !
The same staircase and again the same five
Mom gear ! Six in the morning , I mauled ,
You know your son , you can proud of him ,
When sold , he showed all the principle
Principle does not become a prince , sprinkle pepper.
Whether though polestintsem , speak from the heart !
True though it hurts , it 's the truth !
Then proudly children , Dad was not paddle , dad fell sick , my dad was sick , Dad did not Gad , met with bread and salt.
How much aa ?
Sounds like something with salt and salt I shit
Obol soul love.
Any feeling you break your sorrow !
Thy krasnoslovyu , you be the Bitch role.
chorus .
This country has lost its horizons
Every second there nonsense here every second thief .
I closed my eyes , I do not need a review !
If you have long come to our yard !
Not many have seen , does not seem to have lived a lot .
Shut up later , but for now, I will continue ,
Again noise station, train again .
Well zagadannoy sky and one star
Your spring clean your war is close .
I paid in full, for the surrender of emptiness !
Ah-ah- ah-ah ? and that 's it?
Or will break and be buried ?
Will carry a hundred ? Or fly under 200 ?
A long wait for what gives me my uncle in a chair ?
Country paltry pensions world measly songs!
Your delicious Presa, mold your words .
Ashamed?
How long have you about this?
Cosmonaut Sergei concurrently with the poet.
I mean petom , meet me here at dawn.
banned, black color will be bright
