They do not see you, even if you're around.
They thump their booze and smoking their pipes.
And dragging from the fact that they
- underground.
They talk to each other - i love peace and cognac,
and sometimes beat other in the face.
However and only in facebfuk`ing place.
Because they sometimes do not have the mood.
Except on an endless flood.
They filling themselves with all sorts of pupp-fuck
and clothed with it, only full, only dark!
They make in themselves a multiple holes,
and some pumped up a muscles like horses.
They hate a racism, but love to fight,
afraid only fly, immigration, bright light.
They all fucking bugs, endowed with might.