Буген мина сулыш кебек тавышынны ишету кирэк. Доньяга бер аваз бирче газыз халкым." (З.Хаким) .... good morning ... good morning ... wake up "zombie" !!!
D'allas:
Good morning, wake up "zombie", My Boek city, your people In a stone bag, plastic toys. The floors are stretched upwards, and the dungeons with four walls. They seek wealth from you, a beautiful life, Only you don't give a damn, immersing yourself in the swamp, Pack. The hands of the system trace us like dough. Hikers along the way, corpses in cemeteries. Only this system is what we, some people don't understand, A large sheep herd accustomed to finishing. The media feeds on rubbish, advertising, sex, drugs, They steal your life, and you're in this mess. The city is full of bullets, and prostitutes are unemployed. Why don't you just say "I'm going to die"? Destroy your people! What is ahead of us? Where are you a real hero? Nothing changes my mind, the wind of hatred in every way.
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I beg your pardon, but no answer is forthcoming ... What happened to my gas people? (Z. Hakim)
D'allas:
In your deep eyes, the screen is covered with "white" snow, "Raspberry", broken, lavender, gold, mobile, pawnshop. In my evil eyes the degree, the tube breaks! I will do my best to beat this "tongue-in-cheek" owner. Stop me just a mile, just a mile. Rest assured me, don't be silly, don't be silly. (bl ...) What happened? Mina Monsu. My people are asleep, Only one day I will wake up the "sleeping Leopard"! Omet and black oscilloscope, "pow, pow, pow", space, rocket. Mobile one, two, three, siren, kurevo, ghetto. Nothing has changed, he has calmed down. Just how much? With a play, drama, and an unforgettable finale. Ernesto Commander Che Guevara "padre o muerte" A true hero is born to die, of course, to hide my mind. Who knew? Maybe it's you! The hero of the rich country, I'm sorry, when you arrive, the "sleeping Leopard" will wake up!
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"It simply came to our notice then. One voice to the world is my gas people.
I need to hear his voice like mine today. One voice to the world is my gas people. " (Z. Hakim)