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I'm going by train, do not turn
I'm not right, not left, crops sprout,
On the ground, without me, I disappear in the morning,
By the eternal forces of good, I'll throw a prayer:

Sun, buy me a guitar
Teach smoking plan
Do not rock the ground,
Do not wake in the morning.
Put down the beer,
Yes curse brushwood.
In general, grant that all was nishtyak.

I thirst for blood, I lost fifthin rubles.
Just do me good, but in the world
Snape did not find me,
I am convinced that it has become
Not true my hand.
And Britney Spears was still far away.

Sun, buy me a guitar
Teach smoking plan
Do not rock the ground,
Do not wake in the morning.
Put down the beer,
Yes curse brushwood.
In general, grant that all was nishtyak.

Look, the sun, bring me all your friends
Love is beautiful, waiting for news
In a big box of happiness to heaven;
Excellent Gibson, but it will come down, and Ibanez.
To look at me walking the whole of Moscow,
I want to be the brother of Viti Sukhorukov.
And you will be sensible and do not ever chill.
By Wednesday cope? Thank you. All ages.

Sun, buy me a guitar
Teach smoking plan
Do not rock the ground,
Do not wake in the morning.
Put down the beer,
Yes curse brushwood.
In general, do so that everything was cool.

Sun, buy me a guitar
Teach smoking plan
Do not rock the ground,
Do not wake in the morning.
Put down the beer,
Yes curse brushwood.
In general, grant that it was all WEEEEEEEL