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»Я Ватник Украина Обама майдан песочница политоты разная политота политика
Бараку Обаме пишут с майдана...
We will never be brothers
for no home, no mother.
You have no spirit to be free -
we do not become you, even consolidated.
You yourself dubbed "senior" -
we have younger, but not yours.
You so much, and, sorry, faceless.
You are great, we - great.
And you reap ... you all drudgery,
you choke on your envy.
Will - you unfamiliar word,
you are a child in a chain shackled.
In your home "silence - gold"
and we harness Molotov cocktails
yes, we have hot blood in the heart,
what do you us for the "native" blind?
And we have all eyes fearless
without weapons we dangerous.
Matured and become bold
all snipers at gunpoint.
Katy us put on his knees -
we rebelled and fix everything.
And in vain hiding rat pray -
they wash their their blood.
You send new instructions -
and we've got lights uprising.
You King, we - Democracy.
We will never be brothers.
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