T.N. Europe

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We are not so sick and flawed,

Since we are not measured by land;

Our caves are equipped

And almost brightened souls.

Our limits are unknown to us

But you do not know your own either;

Your teeth have fallen off for a long time -

Having drowned, you bite.

To us you got out of the skin -

We worthy of betrayal;

You are like a funny one.

But we do not find a replacement.

You will understand that the West of Europe -

This is the West of Europe - and only

leading paths will overgrow to you,

It remains to wait, believe me, not for long.

Cut off from the Lord the thread,

You can't see the Renaissance already

With Satani, sorry, excuse

In the rhythm of a quick wild dance.

Even by the fact that not "brothers and sisters",

There were you and strangers remained

Rotten your dank winds,

The appetites are immensely large.

Outwardly, teaching victoriously,

you need to manage the banks for everyone

And you live so far non -meaningful -

A rare who gets into the tank.

But it will enter the infuriated crown,

Like a gangster acute peak,

Your mercantile time ...

Here is e g o you are now winning!

8.01.12.