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He grew up in the suburbs,
In the settlement of the city ,
He was a normal guy ,
It was all the rank - chinarёm ,
Until he raped this strange habit ,
That he had smoked all
Had only to light a match ,
Cigarettes became a little -
He thought :
What else?
Was my father's TV -
Well, what else?
Cutlery,
Aunt's pants
His three gigs player
Uncle's mustache, as well as ,
Matches and paper , could not even dynamite
He smoked that will,
Or rather , that burns ,
That can be smoked ,
Emptying his house ,
He smiled slyly ..
You know, what then? :))))

Chorus:
Afraid, afraid, afraid of the children ,
He is worse than anyone in the world ,
Crying, you cry , you 're my friend ,
Od . Ooi .
Afraid, afraid, afraid of the children ,
He is worse than anyone in the world ,
Crying, you cry , you 're my friend ,
Do not burn mowing - yak with Tobo th
Then -bo - oh .. ohh ... etc.

only memories
On that hot summer ,
When nowhere
Children began to disappear ,
The city all in a panic ,
Press buzzing :
Nine of the victims -
NTV said ..
... No evidence , no bones,
Neither there are no witnesses -
witnesses turned
In cigarette smoke,
But he did not rape
And I certainly did not beat :
He twisted them alive
And shoals of smoking ..
Gord was empty,
Ended all matches
He found all the people ..
Did not help even nychki ,
He smoked all
Even without the fire,
And know that soon
He reaches up and you !!! :- )))

When the men of the city is not left ,
Smoke myself to him just left.
He smoked his hand , he smoked leg
He smoked a little at first ...
Turning their bodies in cigarette smoke
He forgot his name and how old he is ,
Wrapped himself in a joint, as the art of the pond ,
He vanished like an angel ... Once and for all ...