Our music - Just a song.

                                         
      SONG ON THE THEME "SOY"      
                                         
(C) 2001 Yuriy Sorokin  (2:5020/394.600)
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Slowly the rockets float away into the distance,          
Meet them, Mr. Reagan, wait,      
And although I feel a little sorry for America,            
The Japs have it ahead.                    
                                         
P r i p e v:                             
Cyanogen chloride spreads like a tablecloth, like a tablecloth   
And he climbs under the gas mask.             
Everyone, everyone believes in the best,       
Maybe one of us will survive.    
                                         
Maybe we offended someone in vain,            
Spanking a couple extra megatons.            
If only you knew how merrily the earth boils       
Where the Pentagon once was.          
                                         
P r i p e v.                             
                                         
The nuclear fungus stands, sways,          
Leaning straight into the sky.              
All that's left of America            
We'll put it in the blue car.              
                                         
P r i p e v.Good luck!
    Sincerely, Sorokin Yuri aka Gering.
  ICQ: 27213177 E-mail: Sorokin@avias.com
                                         
"Russian aircraft":                
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   I’ll add on my own that the outdated songs -
The history of the Cold War is taking on a new meaning
life and is filled with meaning in the light of
Bush's latest statements about America's desire
withdraw from the 1972 ABM Treaty. Well, well,
assholes, our missiles are not all rotten yet and
not completely soaked...