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The moon like a turnip, and the stars - the beans.
Thank you mother for bread and salt for
Soul spine and body tops
Fun time comes Tale

Spring rain watering deli
Musician Selivanov hanged himself with a scarf
Nobody knew what would be funny
Nobody knew that all that would be funny

The little boy found the gun
It so happened that he no longer lives
In the kitchen he buttered a piece of
Chewed, drank some, and Framed temple
And while he ate and drank from a glass
Poet Bashlachev fell, was killed from a window

Oh-yo, triggered a trap
Another animal was put to our hands
The world has awakened from a heavy sleep
And then came another big spring
Tel groaned under the weight of bed
Such fun just ed your mother
From his pen, I broke the cap
On the way to the meeting was dead muzhichek
Breakfast, lunch and dinner
Muzhichek dead and we have no

The moon like a turnip, and the stars beans
Thank you mother for bread and salt for
Fun time comes friends
On th-th-o ...

Nowhere more fun, more fun not!
Nowhere more fun, more fun can!.