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We rode , rode a roller coaster on a hill ,
Yes lost from the wheel axle .
We left squatting , uniforms in the frill ;
Soldiers of love - blue eyes ...

They took - took us to an expensive country ;
Veli - yes led , as I can see ;
Sitting bird with pale eyes Cursed ;
Well, sing me a bird - maybe I poplyashi ...

Sing to me , bird, whether sweet soul without a body ?
Is it easy to be a bird - so much so , that did not sing?
Harness me, Lord, horses lawlessness ;
I wanted to walk , but evidently I did not have time to ...

And what I feed them , if the horses are not fed ?
As they drink ? - They do not drink water.
Silken mane scented , curled ;
Sharp hooves, crimson trace.

And that's all my friends - vodka without bread,
One brother - Sirin , and another brother - Spas .
A third would reach up to the sky feet ,
But drank udolbalsya - that's the whole story .

Ah, the bird flew - yes did not reach ;
Pecked kite - yes pigeon.
Harnessed , bridled horses me lawlessness
And horses suffered - yes everything away from you ...
We tagged Kings , but the suit has gone by;
All the cards in the mud , anyway .
My Father Sergius , Father Seraphim !
Stars - upstairs , and here we are - on the road ...