Gray days passed by black stripes
I remember how you braided in the morning in braids
A bright speck on the cloth of life is my bunches
You were always the most delicious
Falling ace play, since the fate of such
Jar to the bottom of the dope, do not be sorry
Tomorrow again, fight, brother
Write a letter for that guy, okay?
Stegree my love Lord
She's cool there, but here
Where is the square meter of the bullet
It is hotter than the sun, baked in July
Louder than ringing, bell, my pain
War is a board game, again cards.
that's enough
I know you would like to have a son for me
But very different dreams have cooled my wet back
And instead of tango, my feet wash the waters of the Ganges
Deep, deep.
I saw bullets that were bowed to the ground of the head.
I know the word that I can divide the world equally
Choose a side, choose a side,
Choose a side ...
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