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What are you, brother, quieted ?
Resentment flooded chest
Can neither hawala or drink
Bitch do not want to live
Gave her so much good
She poured so much dough
You thought only you and she
And quietly get on the case
How many lost days ,
Sure, maybe , but not with her
How many lost years
Resentment burns to chest pain stronger
Nothing, patience mesyatsok
I did not know the stories ,
What is your favorite butterfly soon
In your eyes will turn an ordinary creature

I shove you in a wheelbarrow force
I'll take you to the kid
There bathhouse , fish and beer
Brother, I'm not going to let die .
How many beautiful girls in the world
Sincere , true , and simple
Such is the therapy
Will be even more painful , but you hold on

From that sad sometimes that happens in life
Many unfair things
Someone who wipes his feet about us
Oddly enough, we love fucking even stronger
You're going to escape and run to her
I 'll tie you tight
How much do you trust her years in vain
Now , brother , trust Korzh
How you acquainted countries
How much you earn bucks ,
How you try to women :
Asians , mestizo , mulatto
Now you know what to expect from them ,
Do not get caught in it again paws
You know , in life there are only a mother ,
Only she will love you strong and weak.
Of course, this bitch crawl very fast
And from the start you will fill in the ears
She natrahatsya enough with his soccer
Now she wants stability , I want to eat.
Look , bro , what a sunset
Everything else , my brother , is a trifle
- Sanya , Lane four-thread it into the glass ,
To not think Che do with herself

I shove you in a wheelbarrow force
I'll take you to the kid
There bathhouse , fish and beer
Brother, I'm not going to let die .
How many beautiful girls in the world
Sincere , true , and simple
Such is the therapy
So that's a tough life