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Brother brother scored, at facetime we grind for the news.
Without a reason, to visit his brother in Kiev.
Rostov on the road! Ours are everywhere -
So, think as follows, before * publish.

Clean Ksiva, cop - I don't need this fuss.
Bazaar boldly, sorry, cop - southern temperament.
I do not think hopeless dirt in the blacks, -
And Ramsah was tempered steel; so Vasya.

Hey! Blackjack, communication, fax.
I remember visiting my brother Alcatraz.
There was a glade, Michelin - five stars;
Whom, where, then took the engine at the stage.

Whoever sat at that table - let him remember with a kind word.
Someone who remembers the bad will come from God and let him.
Conversation for that; for the house, for the Don.
Fight, boxing, samba - yes, but, we are more for Judo.

The street - she, like a sect, fell - do not break out of the net.
Do not rewind the cassette.
So, do not be confused in suits, trash or tramp.
Shark you or in Karas.

A flock or a shoal, now or afterwards.
At home or away, come on, 50, bro, sit down.
I see faces in dreams, they know, I knew them,
But, could not find out.

Look Earth in the crosses.
For bro give life - nothing.
Even a rope will easily become a thread in knots,
The blood of enemies (yes) is a balm for the soul.

Fartuna Darius was carrying, but destined to be late for her.
[Court? I don't care!] My judge is the Creator.
Want something more? Here, the trunk - take a chance !?
Cross, quarter - the abode of the Saints.

Chorus:
There are no brothers alive, but their oaths are alive.
Life is the ocean, we are the children of Captain Grant.
Take me out inside out,
Just not to see my mother in tears.
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There are no brothers alive, but their oaths are alive.
Life is the ocean, we are the children of Captain Grant.
Take me out inside out,
Just not to see my mother in tears.

The district hasn’t slept for 10 years, as if it’s insane.
As if on waste dumps after a dirty party, he.
Younger brothers dream of criminal talent.
Drink in one gulp; for life to be drunk in one gulp.

What lies behind there is a luxurious facade;
What did you go to get all the most?
Life is full of tests, for the exam - the exam.
You know, your cozy castle could collapse in a day.

Perhaps God was tired of confession.
The snitch skillfully hides behind the & quot; thieves' gases & quot ;.
Themis - sales scum with innocent eyes.
Evidence of guilt from embossed testimony.

Corrupt trash gobbled up on an & quot; Azure & quot; & quot; Lasagna & quot ;,
Not knowing that retribution will come for him - without delay;
Two trains, after seven years and two days -
The entrance, Margolin, almost point-blank - and all the cases. Pam!

Strict mode, even with knives, but we must live.
Do not take out the stroller, live in the shooting gallery!
Hut is not a chamber, the chamber is not a tent,
The wolf is not a husky, the pilot is not a sweatshirt, the ace is not fayka.

An hour plane, God is not a fraer, a brother in a tail coat.
The prosecutor in fact - in a heart attack.
If you are without concepts, you do not understand it.
Rostov - Batya, connection - Brothers.

Chorus:
There are no brothers alive, but their oaths are alive.
Life is the ocean, we are the children of Captain Grant.
Take me out inside out,
Just not to see my mother in tears.

There are no brothers alive, but their oaths are alive.
Life is the ocean, we are the children of Captain Grant.
Take me out inside out,
Just not to see my mother in tears.