Instrumental Kno of Cunninlynguists.
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Minus Kno of Cannin Linguists,
Words Me and Veles.
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How can he be Krishna if he kills cows,
My Best Friend is ready to fight One against all, ready.
Like in a movie with Seagal, she climbed out of a cake without a bra,
And many people here pray That Two that they hate the proud.
You ate Jesus while he held Caduceus in his right hand,
Remembering the Excerpt and Asceticism of God With the Trident of Forests and Fields,
So be brave, Baby Love, be brave.
I told you eat my flesh, I said: drink my blood.
I live - says the Lord of hosts, I remember the covenant with Abraham,
He was not a liar, saying "amen," but condemning "om."
And, according to the results, why did I insist on an agreement of four,
Immediately after all, it was clear that only two would remain, according to the results.
And as “Casta” sang: let us only now hint about these two.
I guess I'm invisible to you, because from me only the Spirit remained.
Such a time, not bad, but maybe I am pleasant to your hearing,
And it is the duty of Spring to cover the asphalt with Poplar fluff.
And as “Casta” sang: let us only now hint about these two.
I guess I'm invisible to you, then the time is not bad.
But I'm joking: Chand-Ra and Veles together, like Piglet and Winnie the Pooh,
After all, the duty of Spring is to cover the asphalt with Poplar Fluff.
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Shiva in the Heart of Vishnu, and like That
Vishnu in the Heart of Shiva.
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How can he be Veles if he constantly lies.
And he’s not the One, even if instead of Thoth, your tits are wrinkled.
I have never craved honey, but still set off
In to the Stars Flying, and remind me, Freechka, what year it is.
One Love, I love everyone except fagots and impostors,
And I prefer rollers in a satchel to a fashionable leather bag.
Imitating the Dance of Shiva, the Jiva plastically move
And Somewhere in the Deep of My Soul, "We" are still alive.
And if the majority condemns me for flour, will you give me a cup of water?
And if I tell you who You are, will you believe me that it is you?
Snow Wolves cradle and wake Orange Cats in the morning,
Bridges are still possible between our opposites.
Shaved like Krishnaites, while Dreaddough like Jamaican Rasta,
I wanted to color the World with Your Ra-arc, but there was not enough money for paints.
So wanted to seem Dangerous, that turned into January Nast,
And even if I am not Guilty, you will forgive me anyway.
But what is there to think - each coin has a reverse side,
Singing Na-Ra-Ya-Na Who's Blowing Me apart from Keith Flint,
You drink my blood, the main thing is not to drink to the bottom,
After all, from God-atness, only Melancholy remained for me.
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Vishnu in the Heart of Shiva, and like This
Shiva in the Heart of Vishnu ...