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The best hang glider,
Meeting me there with brown-eyed,
Provided for in a brotherly way,
Because beyond the woods,
For the taiga with blueberries,
They’ll give me a fucking welcome,
And in Russian with miracles.
West, East
West, East,
At the top of the gulp,
On the fingers of the chill,
You know everything yourself,
There is no place for rivers,
Lam flows in the desert,
West, East,
And there’s a bundle in your pocket,
Secret powder,
Give us a tribute, Lord, give us a hand,
And all in half.
Through west to east
Through the west to the east,
The source of the war lay
,The cavalry went through the forests,
There were wolf spots there.
Through thickets and weeds,
The caravan
passed by, Days and weeks passed,
Strands, already sat.
There were different, honest people,
Here the whole front rallied,
We ate bread and cooked cabbage soup,
In the end, we won.
Let you dream
The hills above the sky swam,
The fog covered them with a veil,
Where have you gone on the wind,
Probably to the arches of the earth,
Where the sea breeze rejoices,
We’ll be happy there-believe me,
I don’t need snow with you,
But only the warmth of your lips,
You know I don’t need taiga,
I like a breeze for two.
Let you dream,
Colorful Nice,
Meetings on the shore,
Scarlet sunsets hum.
This mana is just for us,
Below, the surf hits the wharves,
We are carried by the north wind,
We, like animals, through the fragile crust,
Like birds we will fly up,
We are like people, but they are not,
Just you and me, in this case,
We were joined, lay down through the calm,
The spirit of the Earth rose-for tea,
You know, even the hound verse.
My life is mine again
Days pass, and you’re alone,
Just two paths, two ends,
I ran to you, not fate,
Too different, we’re not a couple.
Sometimes you find it, but you wait,
You leave, you lose, you wander.
I want to wish beautifully,
But I won’t bet on zero,
I’ll bet on the red jackpot,
I know they make bitches happy.
My life is mine again,
I’m free, but keeping an eye out,
Follow me, you’re losing your poison,
From cigarettes that will be inserted,
And I’m not sorry, not for a bit,
There will be no clouds in the way.
I multiply, the purchase is easy,
the Bank is not yet stingy in my hand,
I’ll leave the table-it’s time,
the heat has started here,
It’s just not for everyone,
Run that panther up,
Rise, fall, no,
My path will show me the trail,
This wildcat look,
I’ll have to harness it, by the way.
Gait
Here’s a Sharon Stone walk,
Though in the courtyard to you the queen,
The boys also stick around for all sides,
You’re not going to tap your shoes.
Don’t fight back, important lady,
The grooms incite wedges to you,
But you choose, you won’t get lost,
You’re being watched from all over the place.
You’ll be a lady riding a Ferrari,
Arrange evenings in restaurants,
The ministers are eager to visit you,
And you’re walking home from the store alone.
Mom can I have the dog
Mom can I have a dog,
I’ll feed her meat,
He plays, I’ll wash it,
I’ll call it a funny nickname.
Sylvester, come on, follow me,
You have a new owner,
A connoisseur of all sorts of suburbs,
Now, pretty boy, you’re mine.
If you want, we’ll drive the ball,
If you want, I’ll treat you to a chicken.
Don’t be sad, you’re a good friend,
