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Tell me who decides everything?

What people do in the city,

In addition, that they “shmalah” and thumped (and plow in Moscow)?

There will be no vacation!

What are you, my dear city?

It was impossible to say that you are fury?

Years have passed and there was a reason

Istra is a city of cops and taxi drivers!

Let the cattle of each other twist each other -

Normal people will remain in Istra!

Normal life is not interested (then - I'm sorry),

But we will not put up!

What are you, my dear city?

It was impossible to say that you are fury?

Years have passed and there was a reason

Istra is a city of cops and taxi drivers!

My dear city, a little more and you will hang on people an honorable “limit” label for them. You are not worried about the search for other paths, a liquid and shit pearl (change colors!) ...