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Country threw tonight muddy scum,
And exchanging good for evil as the old money for new.
Pulled, asphalt, when he on his cheek as vodka with bitterness,
And the windows ... the windows were first prepared.

And evil on horseback waved filler Checkers
Well, it is always without fists, shaking kultyashkami
It is trying to convince a pity, help recover
But faster and more accurately flew cavalry

Applause to the arena under the starry dome,
Povypuskala night animals and mewed,
And zaalekala, sweat, suddenly grown old,
And pale, and got cold feet, and za'tar

What God has sent, and the devil, and the devil, and the devil slipped them
And he's an old theater-goer, ha ha, he likes the makeup
Body suddenly have become so huge hollow
And drunken cobbler in the memory of the film left us naked.

The truth is the truth
Faith on the icon
And so the land on flowers
This is me but it's you.

I threw this country, on this night a bastard,
Sunset, when he on his cheek as vodka with bitterness
Fear covered all mate, if then, fear wandered around town
The night sky, it was a pillbox, it still looked like someone's beard

Province yawned nervously stuffy in televisions,
But someone just went home and ate an omelet,
Breathing tube still, approximately a scalpel specialist
And someone had spit in the mirror his personality

Country vomited, she bent double asked for help
And the help of tanks crushed vegetable trays
Applause, bis everywhere roaring spectacle
Shoot the right of trouble - see where else

The country is crying fatty truth and not understanding the truth
Resuscitation screamed, howled Baba, our last harbor
Pensioners with sticks were cut in small towns with police
A reporter with jackdaws, they were treated Blitz

Fate saw, crossing himself, and dissipate with magicians,
Toothless old woman walked yes dental flags
A chef hunger to mix them loose stools rather gunpowder,
Heroes were covering here and there by the fire rustling

And just thinking to take sides
Then he decided, as always, let it be equally deaths
Yes, these bullets killed, the first window
All the bullets were here all the thoughts are true

Applause, bis everywhere roaring spectacle
Shoot the right of trouble - see where else
And only in the dressing room empty church, but in the silence in incense,
Where the purity and simplicity where barricades hell no

It was burning in the sky, smoke-free flame
I also got up on his knees, touching this one banner

The truth is the truth
Faith on the icon
And so the land on flowers
This is me but it's you.

Country threw last night, muddy scum
Country shovel scraped blood frosted
Yes, in the morning all the mud puddles reflect all blue
Asphalt on the cheek when he, like vodka with bitterness

In memory of a photo of the pyramids with empty eye sockets of windows,
Applause, wonderful view, with a maple leaf but with tits
A future that only born silently cry,
And time was ticking itself, but the heart of Taka.

The truth is the truth
Faith on the icon
And so the land on flowers
This is me but it's you.