Singer: Vyacheslav Myasnikov. Page 3

Can hurt to remember the man,
Coat himself by zeroing in on in the store,
In the evening in the bath to let him go
And in the morning think of what else to buy.
Can be pumped into the breast silicone,
To sticking out his chest, like a balcony,
Here we don't argue, we take convenient:
Beautiful, nice, generally fantastic!

How nice a woman can be:
Tights in cold weather you can wear
And all say that it warms you -
Desyatiny fishnet nylons.
You without a hat in winter to go
So the hair does not hurt
After all, beauty still wins
Cystitis, laryngitis and meningitis.
To walk all the time in heels,
And to feel pain constantly in my feet,
And in the evening these shoes to pull off
And so much pleasure to feel.
Injections of the lips to make large
And to think that it is very beautiful
Love is stronger than all men
Women with lips like shoes.

Still have women such fun:
In the forehead, the nose injections
To the skin as the ceiling went taut, and
And youth, they quickly came back.
Miss a shot, and see men
Women wrinkles.
It is better to have the chest you always pricked,
Men look only there!

Yet their children,
It is not clear to us drama
How very much
we miss you mom.

Adults seem easier to live
Accumulated experience and knowledge;
But want povoroshit,
Our childhood memories..
Tangerines smell the tree there
On the cassette day and night Mirage;
On the paper we wrote letters to friends,
And with my dad at the weekend we went to the garage.
There is a tar we chewed without harm
And Vidic is still young van Damme;
Waited for mom from work, and she always
Something tasty brought to us.

Our children grow up,
Time bird rushes forward;
And when they are adults will
Also remember my childhood.
Contact, classmates and Facebook
SMS for the holidays;
And of course with an Apple laptop
And this exam is ugly.
Salted popcorn, 3D glasses,
Allinclusive on vacation in Turkey.
And videos embedded in the heels
Fast fudovskoe cool portions.

Our present and future,
Come always from the past;
Remember, all living,
What was good in childhood.
Tangerines smell the tree there
On the cassette day and night Mirage;
On the paper we wrote letters to friends,
And with my dad at the weekend we went to the garage.
There is a tar we chewed without harm
And Vidic is still young van Damme;
Waited for mom from work, and she always
Something tasty brought to us.

Kindness should be in the world
She needs to be everywhere.
Kindness should be at home
At work, in the yard.
People need to be nicer
Do not swear never,
After all, the most important thing in the world
In this world goodness.
Well, who does not understand this common kindness
Them pants need to sprinkle nuts, nails and bolts,
To fasten them to the battery, boiling water splash in the face
While hands do not get tired to hit their head on the porch
To extinguish the bull-in-hand, with a hammer strike to the groin,
And they need to break legs in 45 places
Not to allow the feet to grow, to make them go
Firecrackers and lit them with his fist in his mouth to score
To Bosko ripped into tiny pieces -
It's all love in the name of, all in the name of kindness!