Поправил патч под драм (Corrected the patch for dram) (Remix) (Romanization) kapak görseli

Поправил патч под драм (Corrected the patch for dram) (Remix) (Romanization)

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Moye utro nachinayetsya ne s kofeA moya lyubov' zhivet na ulitse Prokof'yevaI ya takoy na Air Max'akh k ney domoyMne ona ikh moyет, gotovit pervoye, vtoroyePotom sebya gotovit — menya baluyetNado v tualet i novyye trusy na letoNe vernut' tekh let, ne navernut' tot khrustyashchiy khlebYa byl mal, chashche glup, slep, no veselSlushal vse ot kasset s reyavom do popsovykh pesenNe bylo zabot, mir chudesenNo kuda propalo, to v dushe ravnovesiyeYa ne mogu ponyat', mozhet komu izvestneyMir vsem mestnym — eto pryamoy efirMikrofon na meste, kak bit v etoy pesneShlu poslanie dvoram i okrestnostyamKamennoy kreposti, chto na etoy mestnostiOdevayu's', veshchi s pola sobirayюVykhozhu na ulitsu — glaza razevayu, zevayюVizhu patrul' na uglu doma chto-to izymayet u lokhov tekhProshel mimo, popravil patch na kofteVizhu v yeye vzglyade pokhot' — ona uzhe gotova pykhnuť, u menya yest' vykhodPotom chikhat' plombami, pishu EP'khu — sizhu pyu chay v LondoneNakopil na CP kompani, trachu dollary, na sdachu kompasYedu v krym na psine, pyu Borzhomi yem gamburgerGoryachiy tur po Rossii v yevro tamburyeSo mnoy dama v sharfe BarbariProsto barbi, a ya drozdTak i ne byl v armiiYedет poezdv Garlem — kumaritU nikh na vpiске igrayet ston aylyendZakhozhdu k nim, govoryu ubavit'ZayebaliUyekhal na dachu za gribami, na pole zalipayюSebe makhorki zabivayюIdет lesniciy, v korzine 3 lisichki prosit spichkiBrosayю zavtra vrednyye privychkiVot moy bracho — Kostik — zanimayetsya bor'boy, khodit na KUDOOn nakachennyy, prosto khudoyA ya plovets ne ochen', nasvay vymachivayю pod gubeyNad golovoy nebo goluboyeDelayu pod'yem perevorot polugolyмVy che golubi? A?Ya zabyl polo domaPomnyu chetkie patsanchiki mne govorili:Budet vse v poryadke, lyubi papa, mama i gromkie devyatkiSami na lavki spali pili baltiku devyatkuNashe pervoye znakomstvo v YalteYa tvoi lyakhi myal — nemnogo vyalyyePotom zakinul yakor' pod odeyaloTy ne ustoyala, pogoda zharkaya stoyalaIgral bayan, pod buyanilRazderbabil valeryanVel sebya val'yazhnoBon voyazh — podoshel kakoy-to bomzh na plyazheTrusy kamuflyazhnye — Vologodskaya pryazhaP'yem iz flyashek — snimayem tyazhest'Sizku ostavl' na paru tyazhekBinokl' v sakvoyazhe uvidал vdali dvoynyashek s puzom v tel'nyashkakhBratishka stynuт pel'myashi zhdyut tebya zheYa pozvonил Vasku taksistuPoprosil na ulitsu Marksistskuyu – v pivnuyuPotom ottuda v Seven Club, tam tussa Feduk'aYa rifmuyю, zachital svoy pervyy trek v iyuneVsem ponravilos', yeshche spoyu imV khip-khope ne voyuyem, treki voyayemIz tvoey deki ponemnogу vonyayemA Sanya Skul vsegda zovyot menya na kontsertyChtoby ya nemnogo poperdel v mikrofon so stsenyEto tsenyu, yemu ne zhalkoEy grazhdanka, nosi ston, lyubi jungleA ty yunets tyagay shtanguVsem zdravym pozhal ruku, pobratalsyaPogoda v gorode Britanskaya

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