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*It's All Over*

*I'm back in the u.s.s.r.*

*Let's!*

Let's get anced once again on this beautiful theme of fagots,

From which only troubles are and, terrible, the troubles are different.

On the asphalt dirty from Kirzachi, the trace is still underdeveloped,

Monument to the main troubles, we are not descendants, we fagots.

This topic has long been beaten and sprinkled, but

Pour out, there will still be an excess again from everyday life.

My great -grandfather knew the enemy, and how to calm the banner.

Glory to the clan, his corpse now does not know.

Is Homo it's hard to so be sapiens?

As far as possible, the honor is considered mandatory,

Help to provide someone who would be powdered

And if only one of you said, whore, to the conductor "thank you."

Today around the misanthropes, cynics and bitches,

All hospitals turned into medical services.

Previously, wherever you look at the children's sads and schools there,

But now we are the first only hands in the hands.

Monday - drunk, and colleagues, look - for a penny they make a minik to us.

There is no one or no one. What children? Mortgages, fucking.

With Bukin's genes, we have not grown for a moment.

After the war, only hatred and hatred imagines the whole world.

There, behind the walls, it is a day, you gave peace to us, and what the hell we became captured by our own sunset ... But all this you could not know then.

There, behind the walls

Night, you are day

Gave the world to us and

What the hell are we

Became prisoners under the castles of new hardening,

They fought for people, but did not know for which.

There, behind the walls

Nightly you

Gave the world to us and

What the hell are we

Became prisoners, and what else will we enchant with us?

They fought for the country, but did not know which one.