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Carocher Song about lads, and not fucking Batu .... Early in the morning we meet near Magaz Sanya, Dima, Sanya, Vanya, Sanya

We take out the sigi and smoke and the Dima Montik is a cunning shmontik Pata Pasha Fucking Parasha, and Dasha screams

Where is my mother, we were going to thump today, we are gathering the butterflies for ceres and bukhos, then we go to Dasha,

Everything is ready for undressing, pouring, drawing, and after that Vanya says 3 nights, I really wanted to sleep,

But something interfered very much,

Brothers walked behind the wall

How to sleep here? BUT? Fuck! Impossible, nafig

Knock down the schedule, get up early tomorrow

Closing everything, I'm hiding under the covers

I walked the lads all night drank, had fun, smoked nonsense

Dishes fought right on my brain, nerves at the limit,

Damn, actually

I grab the stick soon and knock out the fraction for an hour on the battery,

But like peas against the wall

They can’t even distinguish a fire brigade

Let them begin to wet nuclear bombs - they are all to the lamp

I hear someone ran for more

And I lie, trying to fall asleep, he counted who fucks whom.

It has come for the morning everyone sleeps, Vanya and Dasha in an embrace in the kitchen are lying

Sanya with a bottle, Dima is generally somewhere under the table, Pasha on the balcony with a fucking broken

After all, yesterday I received a piddle and for good reason, I drank little one campaign, I leave the apartment

To smoke and a neighbor tells me you that you drank morons!

Then Sanya with Dima comes out, and the neighbor says Shmara Sijbala Nahy you don’t see that Boshka is buzzing!

Dasha with Vanya in his repertoire, why did they scan them on a neighbor at the yoke.