Группа Бумер - Краплёные карты - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Crusted cards are scattered cleverly looking at, and in the cell a laughter in the evening makes our party, that after interrogations is certainly not a sin. In the corner of the youngster - a cheerful look about the old mother sings in disagreement. Behind the door, the guard Mordasta Nitting a key hit the key

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Sometimes I am for the general, I’m thinking about gathering on the bunk about why I did not become a prosecutor or just a filthy cop? Sometimes I am for the general, I am thinking about gathering on the bunks about why I did not become a prosecutor or cop?

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The power of the law, I would follow a hard post, showed heroism without knowing, as the Mahorka smells of and other prison thieves' realism would whip off with a club, folk cattle with a bukhim forever cleaning his pocket and instead of a balland I would have eaten a salty lard and a delicious lagman ...

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Sometimes I am for the general, I’m thinking about gathering on the bunk about why I did not become a prosecutor or just a filthy cop? Sometimes I am for the general, I am thinking about gathering on the bunks about why I did not become a prosecutor or cop?

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A banker and mayor, I would be a friend of the earth for the house, boldly grabbed the sinkers of the jambs on the homeless and beggars and every chock, I paid for me, you would invite the Governor to the white breasts of a medal. I would go importantly as the terminator itself, but by the way, hardly, hardly, hardly ...

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It is better to divide the cigarette with a kent for a prickly fence than to serve as a city prosecutor or just a filthy cop, it is better to divide a cigarette with a kent behind a prickly fence than to serve as a city prosecutor or cop