All of the century-old red viburnum dreams ,
I have done a little hole in the side ,
A radar can not see the fall of luck ,
purpose of my destruction is not clear ,
Everyone on the cross , each according to his den , dirty shirt to the navel tear ,
Bullets do not corrode the soul , and tattoos ,
over seas red white albatross ,
is not important in the future someone will hang a banner ,
Aty - baht - were soldiers


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What are poor , hungry , barefoot ,
Can a former infantry slippery floor , prison sneakers ,

Here rubbed after the mop
Y antique chair
Someone pulled rib - gills
They wanted to postpone,
Light sad , pale , kutso
diffuse mirror Revmatrosy or thieves ,
All coloring instantly ,
Nastrelyavshis of paintings

Crumble a couple of statues , proletarians yardstick
All soundings and a floor

Business covered , it is important
Those who are rich and noble I reached up to the handle in the eastern wilderness cups ,


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For I do not believe promises : I - elder , I have - an older man , On the conditions dried wound ,
Islam , the plot is twisted hollow , where the commissioners and the Revolutionary Committee, Basmachi skunk and a polygamist , and cruelty in the face , a lusty ,
And for the power so hurt that the heart of care for every element , hero would get a powerful fig , and say, " Well ? " and then " On " Patriotically wave
Mailing Sukhov sharpens phrases and keep dry dynamite
Dan Keshon