Song: Summer
A night in Noire neon streets
Dressed in rags, wanders the Ghost of Versace
By people with a cocaine button,
In an exclusive charged cars.
Do not be envious - they're in the pause,
Stuck forever with brimstone key.
In General, from their experience of the holiday
Only with a noose around his neck to get rid of.
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In the center of the debate of the fellowship of the nerds -
Who stole the power of the story?
Next to the Chinese, eating gingerbread,
Mark quietly the entire territory.
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Immediately with margins, a dip in the dungeon,
You get on the metro-level.
In the intestine, a wicked hangover,
Wandering mutants of Soviet culture.
Beware of caps with cockarde,
Shaved nape, curly robbers
A lush blonde with big attic
And youngsters from the eyes of a dead man.
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Summer in Moscow is more than a drought
It is a system global search
Knowledge of occupations, in the bosom, behind the ear.
Plug your Bluetooth to the metropolis.
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