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You grew up on the songs of the credo - a sludge all these words about love nonsense! And at school they danced by the hands, but since now it is simply impossible!

I keep a photo in my pocket, I will kneel in front of my mother, but not in front of the cops ... I am hard as a stone, although I carried cold winds along the sheets ....

It’s easy for you to take everything to you and by the Tormases I will read goodbye to the eyes you love to rain, but you are just a thunderstorm!

You love sweet cotton wool - you swear obscenities, fell in love with an asshole - it's guilty! Your hearts fought to the music, but he would just put you before the fact!