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| НОМ - Russisches Schwein |
The City |
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Distant that land, which I arrived from,
They call "Siberia" among all you - kikes!
The greatness of spirit can't realize you -
One have to live here for much longer time.
In distant that land, where I do come from,
Pine-trees scrap the skies with there huge branches,
Rivers-the-giants are flowing northwards
Between the great valleys and cliffs.
Hey, give me! Give me a fiver!
Make a money-help.
The coast of Ob sea is here and places,
Where the strong'n'brave men concentrated,
Each one's worth his great homeland,
All of them Men with a capital "M"!
Hey, give me! Give me a fiver!
Stands the city of mine on five hills!
On five...
Five...
Fiver. Give me! Give me a fiver!
I saw - you have it!!!
Give me a fiver. Hey you! Stop greeding!
Give me something... Sunglasses! Give me your sunglasses.
Matches? Just a moment - I'll fetch them! ...
Give me! Stop greeding!
Make a money-help! Give me a fiver!...
These two euros I take as a gift. |
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