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Fima Zhiganets. My uncle, an honest thief in law ... (Classical poetry in thieves' translations)
LERMONTOV. "To the Poet's Death"
KRANTA JIGANU
Uryli honest Zhigan
And forshmanuli boy,
Olive in his belly from a revolver,
Makitra on one side - and khan!
The soul could not bear the tension,
Persecuted bazaars and show-offs.
Specifically, the tramp boiled,
Poper, like a tractor ... and ready!
Ready! .. Do not go into the barracks,
Nishkite and shut your mouth;
Now, at least stand sideways, at least with cancer, - He
lay down a bad suit!
Didn't you, nits,
drive the demon, And for fun, on a fool
With all your shobloy, they pushed
On an empty urkagan?
Swing, smile like a parasha -
An honest thief did not demolish the raids!
The trump guy Sasha has
disappeared, the tramp has dried up like a fly agaric!
Mokrushnik not zabzdel, scab,
As is typical of a sucker / m:
He was a scumbag in life
And in vain did not wave a bulwark.
A blasphemy to him? .. a cheap fraer,
Zaletny, like his kents,
He famously
beat show-offs , Lukal for a fart in our region.
He paraffinized everything,
Snapping filthy Bread;
Threatened to knock us horns,
Did not catch up with a blunt galangal,
Where does he pull the branches, bastard!
.....
But there is still, goats, thieves' rule,
For everything, as with reptiles, they will ask you.
There bashli and otmaz do not whip,
There your lice will be redeemed at once!
You will not wave off either a botal or a cannon;
Thieves will tear you apart,
And you with your nasty red yushkoy
Answer for Sanya the tramp!
(the author gives a damn about Fima Zhiganets).
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Goodbye, Summer
So the summer days have flown by,
Again the beaches and resorts are empty, The
wind drives the leaves through the sand, The
sky in clouds paints a gray river.
The swallows flew away somewhere,
But how recently they sang!
Where, in what land did they find shelter
And to whom do they sing now?
Lead water ripples in the river, The
orphaned forest stands in the distance.
The wind drives cold waves on the sea,
And in the sky a seagull is either crying or moaning.
Perhaps she remembers the summer
And, as if looking, rushing, flying,
And looking into the distance
, Calls, calls him back.
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atmaROZ.
Fima Zhiganets
Dude, you need to write your own, not someone else's!
And by sabzh, we can do that too.
Stalker gangster
Once, in fact, Kolyan and I were spotted
And we decided to take the garbage out of fear
Do not believe me, they shot me there!
They beat the batteries so that I went out.
And then on the paddy wagon to the jail.
Widened, patched up - on the bench.
On stage, but in a prison shirt.
Oh, I'm not going to see my family soon!
At the stage, I met Kolyan again,
He specifically told in secret,
That there is a zone where freedom is free for everyone,
And the babosov is just a blockage!
They gave the virus, spanked it on the zone.
Here vnature is the edge of unafraid suckers!
Vodka, grubby and millions of attendants
Hapanut bratella be always ready! To celebrate, the
glades were put down for us,
And when the boys went into a frenzy,
We harnessed suckers so that they would immediately deliver
our goods to me and Kolyan for the huckster.
We grab the artifacts, so as not to disappear, the
Stalkeryugs call them "swag".
No, well, here is a dusty life!
Ampulka crushed, suckers poryas.
There are no guards, always under the fly,
Everything for us, guys! Everything for us!
Here in mp3:
http://bianor.centaurs.ru/auch/mp3/RI.mp3
And here is a video version:
Bianor
:))) Oh ... I'm here too "included sheep" first ...., had the sense to review and become dobree))). Within reasonable limits, for the sake of the overall development here can pokapirastit specifying the actual author,
but I stress : - in reasonable.
In particular, so that a thug fenya could be compared to a bydlyatsko-pops-chansonnoe raffinado.
Or to express something that is not expressed by himself, in relation to something, but has already been successfully expressed by someone there, more successful.)
He came up with his own genre of poetry. Called "metaballads" :) A
mole
... ba in a wide corridor
On a high hanger.
On hozyayushkino mountain
in the corner hung
Moth egg postponed
Worm hatch
All ate what was next
and soon pupated
Time moths emerge -
Motylochku baby-
Mole soared like an eagle
And suddenly sees - shu ...
Degree
... up, terrible, unpleasant
and with morning till evening
In a bad and wadded head
Thoughts rush wildly.
At this time, it
would be very useful There would be an extra degree.
Would drive away all misfortunes
And bring joy.
Rolled up. Eyes in a bunch.
The brain is thrashing nonsense.
If you push it again, the
Organism will become hu ...
Swim over driven
Steep knowing shores
Let your thoughts sail strong
Passing keeps the wind
.....
....
...
..
.
For me, so-oh-oh-oh-lsty shift, I would have done better)))
Juliet poured tears for a very long time
But the killer - Romeo did not forget. (smeshok.com)
There is no cooler story in the world
Than the story of Romeo and Juliet
When there were quarrels, fights and cormorants
And the lawlessness was waged by two greyhound clans: The
Montecs rammed with the Capuleti
And during the breaks hawali spaghetti.
In one of the clans, the girl is Juliet.
In the other, Romeo. Between them: this:
There was a feeling of light such
As something pink or blue.
They secretly enjoyed each other
And from their relatives technically encrypted.
And so, in one inter-clan showdown,
Romeo - a stork - took and ruined everything
And he dunked Juliet's
brother The lobshnik with a big pistol.
Juliet poured tears for a very long time
But the killer - Romeo did not forget.
They were still hiding in the bushes. They would
n’t know grief if they hadn’t burned.
Here began a specific super-kipish
(You won't see this on MTV), the
father shouted at his daughter with a
boot mat: "How could you lie with your brother's killer."
All the brothers praised Romeo in the clan
And his deeds blessed him.
Juliet, unable to withstand the shame,
took and ate diphenhydramine.
Romeo, having passed this topic,
drove 15 cubes of gera into a vein
And in this narcotic party
Romeo died from an overdose.
Having finished the experience, Juliet saw
Like three syringes sticking out in his hand.
In syringes, the cube remained clean.
She was not at a loss and caught up.
And the death of both of them united
And one grave sheltered them.
The two clans immediately forgot the quarrels
And divided the whole city equally
And peacefully removed the tribute from the businessmen
And never again feuded.
On this Well I will finish this story
I told you conscientiously
Understand the morality of this
joke correctly And never eat diphenhydramine
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It seemed that the pain in my soul would not recede,
But the days go by, I do not hear it already.
The pain seemed unbearable then,
Yes, only in my memory remained.
I was ready to die with you,
Now I'm getting used to life again,
You have no place in which,
To meet the dawn again without you.
It is necessary to live without you,
Without your hands, your gaze,
I need to get along with fate,
After all, there is nowhere to go,
To go to bed in a cold bed,
Where even in the summer you can not get warm,
Cry your pillow,
My only girlfriend,
That will not betray and will not condemn , The
memories of the pain will cool.
All the same streets, houses
All the same sun, clouds,
But now I go myself,
I envy them slightly.
Tell me, why do I
need all this, When you are no longer here?
Now both in thoughts and in a dream
You come less often to me,
In a dream you let me go,
Find a new life of strength.
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_Illyuziya_
It's always like a game with only one goal ... (
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Without the name
gushing rain dull Monday
I wandered in akvasimfonii Flood
Along the main street, accompanied by the orchestra
among the gurgling drain pipes,
among bogged down with iron roofs
With their a solo part of violin, eerie screams ...
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_Illusion_
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The lady handed over in luggage
lady handed over in luggage:
Chest
Cigarette
Pita
Plywood
Bottles
Needle
Valves
weightlifter
Rope
Cases
Three screwdriver
Elephant
Watermelons
Snake
Sparrow
Tombstones
Sofa
Toy House
Glass
flowerbed
Vegetables
Bees
Tram
residence permit
Scrap
Rollers
Son
Hedgehog
Heaven
Questions
Adder
window
Octopus
Holder
Wine Bottle
Mouse
Fire
Ointment
Antenna
Elk
Swing
Edge
Carp
Drugs
Slippers
Garden
Shoes
Neighbors
Grad
Christmas tree
light bulb
Umbrella
Mole
Aunt Zhenya
Grotto
Vision
Hearing
Cup
Honor
senselessness
Courage
Flattery
The kidney
Bed
Telephone
Carpet
Zoo
Intercom
Paris
Monitor
Pencil
Sadness
Solitude
Stuffing
Democracy
Lenin
Pain
Faith
Hope
Love
Again it will light up the windows The
alarm clock will ring
You again with a crumpled face
Shaggy and pale look
A waterfall will rush from the memory of pieces
You will remember what you are ready to forget about: It was
pouring into glasses It was
pouring on the floor
You are crazy drunk yelling at karaoke in the whole hall
I'm elected electric spy
I protected electric eye.