Максимус Величайший - Моя беседа с блэкджеком и Агафьей, враги атакуют - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

People, hello. In connection with recent circumstances, it became clear that it was no longer possible to remain silent. We have enemies. They appeared a long time ago, though we all were silent about them. We can no longer simply not notice these young people who do not have history. They invaded suddenly, and have no mercy.

Let's start with our history. Our "My Conversation with Blackjack and Agafya" was founded in the twenty -first century of our era Lord Maximus the Greatest, in response to the expulsion of Maxim Larionov from the hut, who was nastya. In addition to many amazing privileges, the participants of "My Conversation with Blackjack and Agafia" could send any photographs of the genitals there, this symbolized freedom and dominance over Maxim EXTAYA LARIONOV. After some time, the advantage of "My conversation with Blackjack and Agafya" was obvious, all the huts fell into decay, due to the tyranny of the peasant Larionov, while our conversation flourished. Time passed, the enemies did not appear, and our community was strengthened, but suddenly, new enemies invaded our lands who have no mercy. They are ready to give a damn about all moral principles, just to take our freedom. At first it was a conversation called a game that could not hold too many people, and came into economic decline, due to blows from Jews. But before we came to our senses, as we were attacked again, this enemy is bloody and merciless. His Majesty, Antoshka Timokhin, began to work extremely vilely. He pretended to be friendly, and then struck, right in the heart "My conversation with Blackjack and Agafya", namely Lord Maximus the Greatest. Antoshka Timokhin was sure that he won. His troops were ready to invade our lands to rob houses, and dishonor women. But everyone should know, Maximus is risen! Now, we are ready to repulse his majesty, Antoshka. We must return the hostages from OLG - FAGS (and New) Conversation, as well as deliver a dozen Jews there. Of course, to his meanness, we will have to apply an equal answer, and we will be obliged to scatter photographs of the genitals along his streets. Go, fighters for freedom, and Agafya!