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Poor - ground meat - to the dogs!
The younger goats will eat it.
In the forest unarmed
Braves always there - to war!
Braves yesterday felled forest
Today, they make money.
But it is important that the horse does?
The main thing that it was in the case.

Under the orange sun - gray ice.
At the table sits a dog in a kennel - cat.
There, on the road to nowhere out of nothing,
I'm going. I am nobody. I'm going. I am nobody.

At the crossroads, Intermedia roads.
We somknite their heads.
On all four sides
Will spread our voice on the world evil tidings!
On the iron bolts
Screw the fools your heart, your ticket.
Exit the train at the platform worth it
And threatens me with his scythe in the trail.

Under the orange sun - gray ice.
At the table sits a dog in a kennel - cat.
There, on the road to nowhere out of nothing,
I'm going. I am nobody. I'm going. I am nobody.

Collect the snow in his hands tomorrow,
Slide the needle into the doll, roll into a circle.
In the morning the girl wipe the sand line,
And start flashing hands.
The crowd will feed you with warmth,
Silver lies in your hands and on your head.
Seller zavernet your word,
Fire will fall asleep in the ashes, rust will eat string ...

Under the orange sun - gray ice.
At the table sits a dog in a kennel - cat.
There, on the road to nowhere out of nothing,
I'm going. I am nobody. I'm going. I am nobody.