Go away, the opposition, from the streets, the hanging flag tuck. We all leaked, to which we touched. All hope is now on you Ugly. Funny. Inappropriate. Thirst for power. Striving for money. And my poems, to be honest, were also exhausted: pure Demyan. Go away, the opposition, from the streets, the hanging flag tuck. We all leaked, to which we touched. All hope is now on you.