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Автор: ходят слухи He is lucky
Has good look

Live in London
Spend all time

On the parties and facebook
With some drugs, but it''''s not a crime

He is smart
Enough for fun

She will be sad
If he doesn’t come

For one fuck
Before the sun

For her coming
Yes he can

Easy make it done

His name is Thom
It’s all I know

But I performed
About him

He is lucky, he is the winner
Bleen!

I live in Russia
We have winters

I call it “kasha”
“Manka”, “Klitor”

I live in Moscow
And haven’t any look

I live in capital which lost
That’s why I lose

I have some problems
With cheap drugs

Mi girl didn’t coming
Not once.

Yes she can, because we haven’t sun
And even other stars

Too much evil,
Too mush neighbors around us.

Rassian “passport”, Rassian soul
Rashian vodka I call it “zlo” (but love at all)

From Balalayka to Chukotca
From Chechnya to Atomnobomsk

We are the prisoners of capital whish lost
We are the ghosts of lodka Kursk

…И всё равно люблю!
…Но обязательно съебусь.