vladimir vysutsky was born and raised in moscow, lived and studied on the large karetny, at school heerday, they surrounded me, surrounded me, they drove me merrily to the numbers and seized the ball of two guns, there are hunters hiding in the day, wolves tumble in the snow, turning into a living target, taco is coming... taco is coming at the wolves , at the sulfur of predators, seasoned and puppies, the ends scream, and the psychovomits bark, rock spots in the snow are red flags, they play not on equal terms with the wolves, yagers, but no hand will touch, protecting our freedom with flags, they drink uve... for sure, a wolf cannot break traditions, you can see blind puppies in childhood, we are wolf cubs, we suckled a she-wolf, you can’t suck for flags, so the income for the wolves goes to the income for sulfur predators and puppies, racers scream and sidorvots bark, blood in the snow and single-red flags, our legs and jaws are fast, why vashak give the answer, we rush to the shot like bait and don’t try through the resistance, god shouldn’t, can’t do otherwise, here it ends the t