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Who is at a table in the pub?
Victor Shendrik
– Who is at a table in the pub?
– What are you, my God, it's me.
– I know all about the fool
And who is your beauty?
– I, Lord, not one of those.
I used soul burn dregs.
A bell her laughter,
And forty is just a little bit.
I forget if it will be dark,
To hide the approaching howl.
I'm not a complete fool...
– Sorry, you're not friends with the head.
– But the primary is always the soul.
How to otmazatsya how to endure?
And this, look, good?..
A good heroic death.
– Everything I ready on the way.
One fell, can not upwards.
You too, Lord, forgive me,
Or simply look away.
– Who is at a table in the pub?
– What are you, my God, it's me.
– I know all about the fool
And who is your beauty?
– I, Lord, not one of those.
I used soul burn dregs.
A bell her laughter,
And forty is just a little bit.
I forget if it will be dark,
To hide the approaching howl.
I'm not a complete fool...
– Sorry, you're not friends with the head.
– But the primary is always the soul.
How to otmazatsya how to endure?
And this, look, good?..
A good heroic death.
– Everything I ready on the way.
One fell, can not upwards.
You too, Lord, forgive me,
Or simply look away.
