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1 *** (like a prologue)
The wind whirls over the plain
And sweeping ground,
February was cold and winter
That dashing military year.
The rate of the main fascist,
The regiment of the guard at the gate,
And in the corner, by the world map,
The Fuhrer Bormann fucks:
- Oh, you, myna Kleine Schweyne!
How dare you come in without knocking ?!
Well, what if I ...
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The wind whirls over the plain
And sweeping ground,
February was cold and winter
That dashing military year.
The rate of the main fascist,
The regiment of the guard at the gate,
And in the corner, by the world map,
The Fuhrer Bormann fucks:
- Oh, you, myna Kleine Schweyne!
How dare you come in without knocking ?!
Well, what if I ...
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1
The king had three sons
Hefty three guys,
All walked yes booze
And dad ruined.
The older one is the smartest,
Raszdaty and reasonable,
The average was neither like nor syak
Junior Vanka was a fool.
Fuck all the king -
How much is drunk, all for nothing,
It is necessary to marry them, goats ...
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The king had three sons
Hefty three guys,
All walked yes booze
And dad ruined.
The older one is the smartest,
Raszdaty and reasonable,
The average was neither like nor syak
Junior Vanka was a fool.
Fuck all the king -
How much is drunk, all for nothing,
It is necessary to marry them, goats ...
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1.
Three brothers in the evening
Sat under the window
Spin - do not spin, did not know how
Just like that, for life, fuck.
- If I suddenly became king,
I would coolly feast, - the elder brother tells them, - If the table were always rich,
At the table I would drink,
And with friends drank vodka!
- If I had become king ...
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Three brothers in the evening
Sat under the window
Spin - do not spin, did not know how
Just like that, for life, fuck.
- If I suddenly became king,
I would coolly feast, - the elder brother tells them, - If the table were always rich,
At the table I would drink,
And with friends drank vodka!
- If I had become king ...
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1.
There was an old man alone in a closet,
Carla was the name of the eccentric
No wife, no children,
Been a drink and not a fool:
To live was not boring,
He went to the fair,
The handle of an old barrel organ,
For glass booze twisted.
One morning waking up
- Fuck:, noggin like a cast iron,
Who would pour ...
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There was an old man alone in a closet,
Carla was the name of the eccentric
No wife, no children,
Been a drink and not a fool:
To live was not boring,
He went to the fair,
The handle of an old barrel organ,
For glass booze twisted.
One morning waking up
- Fuck:, noggin like a cast iron,
Who would pour ...
Read more →