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Ты конченный, вместе со своим крысиным другом. Лошары

A lövöldözés és a taktika nem a te dolgod, menj és oldd meg a Rubik-kockát. magyar vetélés

Вибач якщо тр@хнув

f@ck yourself slava Russia!

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　(¸,·´　(¸＊ℳerry ℭhristmas!

Forty years, like under a spell,
I drove the truck where the foul smells dwell.
Oh-oh-oh... (You really said it)
Not a driver, nor a taxi's pride,
But a stinky cleaner, sewage tide.
Oh-oh-oh... (Ew)

For three hundred notes, just a modest fee,
On a ZIL, I carried the filth, you see.
Oh-oh-oh...
And let me tell you, for you should know:
"Oh, how much you all do go!"
Oh-oh-oh...

Govnovoz, govnovoz, govnovoz,
Can't clean the filth from the wheels because,
Even with perfume's fragrant spritz,
The stench persists, it never quits.
Govnochist, govnochist, govnochist,
Must be tough, strong, and brisk.
Govnochist, the charmer of waste!
Needed by people in every place.

I don't know how it is in the West,
Maybe there's less smell, I guess.
Oh-oh-oh...
Our folks mess in phone booths,
And unleash such a foul truth.
Oh-oh-oh...

Seems we eat a little lighter now,
So we should have less waste, somehow.
Oh-oh-oh...
But where does it all come from?
Twice as much, from everyone.
Oh-oh-oh...

[Chorus]