Паліндром - Літній час

Something is not written songs for supermarkets about bayraktari

I think coughing Ed will hit me

he sometimes turns the rover's steering wheel into oncoming traffic

Shob I heard from his mouth - I'm alive

by The Voice of Pyotr Mostavchuk, but this is already better than

in Vyshyvanka Alina Pash - I shove deeper than

in a wound that won't heal after my son's grandchildren

my hut on the edge is no longer beautiful today

rocket sticking out of the ceiling is my new chandelier

Does God live or is he dead? Well, say something, Zarathustra

now in Tustan under Scriptonite, yobni Vodki with pepper

your flip flops on the beach rubbed worse than your boots

in the summer, the war continues too, the grief has not passed

the man left the monkey, but later returned

I'm just as afraid to fall asleep in front of a banana

because it will be good for me only when it is bad for Muscovites

before it's too late, it's best to pull out a few teeth

Do you want a Moskal dead? Then abash it in yourself

don't thank me for your language, for the sake of your ancestors on Solovki

30 years old behind a broom, and the taste of a dustpan in your mouth

which didn't interrupt, unfortunately, such a sweet Stimorol

Do you have a blade? Remember, we read with Igor

cut the yellowed bedspread - your inferiority

because they already "need to leave", and we - already need to return

to consciousness, because we've been lying down for a very long time

with injuries, our children are already singing the National Anthem

so don't you dare say it was good under Kuchma, patsik

or you can repeat it in front of Gongadze's mother

my heart resembles a large hematoma

I'm dying now, but I'll rise again a day later

everything is so unnecessary when you see Kremenchuk

I'm sorry that not everyone heard this explosion today