Werbs - Poetry corner with a perverted theme.

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Уголок стихоплета с извращенной тематикой.
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 Взято из реально существующего на данный
 момент репертуара группы Красная Плесень

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Ага  !  Тянется,  тянется  все-таки рука в
подсознательной надобности поглядеть стра-
ничку "Werbs" газеты WeekEnd #S. А в ниче-
го не имею против этого движения. Я и сам-
то  (по-правде говоря) любитель"such ve-
cabbage soup." Many will say: "Ugh, crap, disgusting,
vulgarity, obscenity, nonsense, etc.
etc. But this is your personal opinion By the way
you say, in the situation as it is now
our country is located - Batkivshchyna Ykpai-
there's nothing else left to do but listen
such a disgrace.  Because it's normative
fishing line won't let us off the hook, won't let us off
lead with anger!

In short, whoever is not interested - let him
Press the "Exit button".  And for those who remain behind
monitors - you are welcome or Welcom!!!

Today I bring to your attention another
three cute Werbs in my opinion. Av-
the tori of words are actually the devils from
Red Mold. Music that is sung to
I don't always recognize these songs. So then
I’ll write what I know, what I won’t
know - I'll miss it...

So, the first one will be an autobiographical song -
nya from the album "Bulbets Titanic", in which
swarm, the entire philosophical essence of the entire
groups...

 Introduction

I remember at school I once studied English,
It just didn't work out for me.
Because there are no wonderful philosophical phrases there
Bitch, waffle, fucker, asshole and ball shaker.

CHORUS:Why? Why?
       But somehow I don’t give a fuck about all this

Do not rotatea neighbor's cassette over the fuck -
You can scratch our new album, bastard
Right now Pavel Yatsyna will sing you songs,
Because he is a psycho and an idiot in life.

CHORUS:Why? Why ?
       But somehow I don’t give a fuck about all this

Well, are the idiots gathered? I'll sing now
I will sing, rustle, and clink my eggs.
Now I'll sing songs to you guys
About pussy, Dosya, asshole and about oo-lu-lyu.

CHORUS:Why? Why ?
       But somehow I don’t give a fuck about all this

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* Yatsyna Pavel - soloist of the band Krasnaya Plesen
* Dossier - the name of a rural girl (from Dusya)

The next song is also from the album "Bul-
fuck the Titanic." Music - Krasnaya Plesen group

Crap Ballalaikin

Heavens are gathering over our collective farm:
District Police Officer Pad starts his moped.
And everything from yesterday until morning
Metalist Ballalaikin played metal.

CHORUS: He's made of logs and phonera, you bastard,
        I made my own guitar -all rubbish.
        And, having lost something a couple of times,
        He woke up the village of FAGARAS!!!

Everything was calm until this bullshit:
The youth had fun with drugs,
Collective farmers were distilling their favorite moonshine,
The chairman poked public cows.

CHORUS: But Ballalaikin appeared, you bastard,
        I made a guitar for myself - it's complete waste.
        And, having lost something a couple of times,
        He woke up the village of FAGARAS!!!

This metal doesn't make bulls stand up,
And women's periods stop.
And the chairman is in shock, as if from badunu,
He stole his cow from his barn.

CHORUS: And the district policeman, Yakov, vile, Pad,
        Can't start a rotten moped
        To go write an order
        About the fact that Ballalaikin is a fag!!!

This metal makes everyone's head buzz,
Neighbor Avdotya’s lip began to twitch.
And the watchman Tikhoperdov thought that the raid was
He took a shit at his post... you bitch, he's a bastard!

CHORUS: All because Ballalaikin, bastard,
        I made my own guitar at random.
        And, having lost something a couple of times,
        The village was torn to hell by FAGARAS!!!
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* Yakov Pad is the last and first name...

 Angry autumn

 The wind blows the yellow leaves away -
   Autumn has come, autumn - I fuck!
   Nothing to wear and nothing to put on
   And all that remains is for the wind to blow in the ass.

 The birds outside the window don’t peck shit anymore,
 And at night flies don’t bother me.
 The flies are all sleeping in their holes and dreaming,
 Only I’m without a hole, and I don’t care!

Yellow-faced autumn makes you fucking sad,
And I want to go fuck someone.
I walk across the field and kick shit...
Autumn has come, but do we care?

 Nothing to wear and nothing to put on
   And all that remains is for the wind to blow in the ass.

Autumn has faded and the cabbage has faded,
And all sexual feelings disappeared in me.
I'll go out into the street and put my dick in a puddle -
And let everyone think: “Fuck it, I need him”
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* (I hope everything is clear here...)

 BACKGROUND QUESTIONS

1. What does he consider the most harmful in
 world Yatsyn Pavel in the song "Evil-
 raging AUTUMN" ?

2. What is the name of the main character, the dog?
 or "Obosratyy Ballalaikin"?

3. And, finally, where the beauty slept
 tsa in the song "The Beauty Is Sleeping in
 coffin"?
(although the lyrics to this song were not published)
For those who cannot answer
to these stupid questions, a prize awaits
  -Order "Idiot 3rd degree"
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