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только чего в эту компанию русские затесались - я хз

вот наш убогий рок и никому не нужен.

Milk Lizard, напиши об этом крутую песню

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Here the bullet whizzed,
To a breast got to me,
I escaped in the steppe
Оn a dashing horse,
But a checker the commissioner
Got of me,
I swayed and
From a horse I fell.

Hey, oh and my crow horse,
Hey and sawn-off shotgun steel,
Hey and dense fog,
Hey, and the ataman of call
Yes, the ataman of call

On one foot
I came from war,
I tied a horse
I make love with my wife
But hour didn't pass
The commissioner  came,
He untied a horse
And the wife I took away.

Hey, oh and my crow horse,
Hey and sawn-off shotgun steel,
Hey and dense fog,
Hey, and the ataman of call
Yes, the ataman of call

Saviour from a wall
Under a shirt I removed,
The hut was singed yes
By a sawn-off shotgun got.
At Councils to live
And to trade of cross,
How many we
such went to the
Fo-o-rest.

Hey, oh and my crow horse,
Hey and sawn-off shotgun steel,
Hey and dense fog,
Hey, and the ataman of call
Yes, the ataman of call


 

How many we
such went to the
Fo-o-rest.