Mother, mother, kill the woodpecker!
and hate нате!
The children came running and asked:
mom, Mom, kill the woodpecker!
He's a bitch, he's a bastard
who's been hammering for a day
, his head
will soon put a hole in his head
and go to Tashkent.
This creature has settled in our head
, boil it in boiling water!
Make us some soup out of it!
so that we can see this pathetic corpse
so that it no longer knocks in our heads
mom, mom, we will be so grateful to you
save us from unbearable torment
stop this fucking knocking
Kill the woodpecker!
And that's fine...
He's already exhausted
, cook him for lunch
, knock the fluff out of him and
cook his arrogance, we want to eat him
We'll use a neural network to catch a woodpecker.
If only the bastard would die
, that's fine
Mom, mom, our neural
networks have caught the scoundrel
mom, we long for his end
. You kill this necessary bird
so that we can have fun again.
He's fucked up, he's a game, a ghoul and a creature
, you roast him for dinner
, roast him!!!
Kill the woodpecker!
and that's fine...
Kill the woodpecker!
And that's fine...
Mom, Mom, our neural
networks have caught the scoundrel.
Kill the woodpecker!
Kill the woodpecker!
Kill the woodpecker!..
Mother, mother, kill the woodpecker!
mom, mom, mom
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