Those russians
Every day those Russians eat
drugs, blue moon and other shit.
Them, the Russians wanna win.
They had never seen a fin.
It’s of shark, that swim a fast.
Russians – story of the past.
Everyone of us loves they.
But the powder is grey.
What they eat to win again?
Right was happy judge of Spain –
“Russians drank and ate all night!..”
Such is made the dark from light.
Such is made the neverebeen.
Russians try and always win.
Those, who stories write of us
now live, but soon will pass...
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Стихи как то прекликаются с его мнением-хотя это немного печально.
Игорь Степанов-Зорин 3 01.12.2017 03:45 Заявить о нарушении
(He praises, no praise).
Всемирное нерегулироемое человеком правило.
Спасибо!
С поклоном,
Андрей Чекмарев 01.12.2017 20:13 Заявить о нарушении