RIP #12 07 января 2001

Intro - poems Werewolves'a, on New Year's holidays

                          Decrunching

(C) Werewolves


                Obdubashenoe Goals ...

                I met you as well.

                With grass - Ancestral heritage

                Well, with vodka and beer ...

                                  And how?

                And if he has to add meaning

                In the eyes add a glow of joy,

                And if he does not go away so quickly

                How high off life easier,

                Something to live for another I'll be long

                Without meaning, stupid, vicious drive from ...

                Bury all his life to no avail,

                As long as I will never forget the death of 
buzz ... 

                And there - all do not care, vodka, whores.

                And get drunk - fall ...

                What all this will be for?

                After vseravno - burn in hell!

                So pour, zabem and meet!

                In the morning, hangover gone through anger,

                Paul jamb, with a bottle of unfinished noticing

                Whisper hoarsely: I'll be alive ...


                             Intro


   Ars> Funny, but RIP seems transformed into a full insanity:)
We did not try to make this some kind of special effort. But
We desperately to help others - whatever they can;) passed on 
to us jolly time, as they say, 31 dubabrya - 1 pyanvarya and 
thoughts cleaned with alcohol under the fresh hops beer 
Belarusian begin wander through the new:) What will come of all 
this - to judge you, yeah shall not be judged;) It's time to 
encode from all this - the time has come ...


   WW> And do not push me in the ribs, Senia. Encoding itself 
.. We Huzhniki, the people of the sublime, the nerve ... A muse 
just does not entice it, bitch, is fond of a drink:) And about 
the rest, I naglyuchil from the beginning ... Actually, let's 
go!