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a snake in the porthole a snake in the porthole a
snake in the porthole is visible and we are from the
mother and we are from his mother isis is not the enemy,
begone Satan and yet nevertheless and yet
nevertheless we, by the way, by the way, by chance, we
snack on interplanetary dumplings with dense dumplings the
iron tea is bursting at the seams at the gangway because of
some strange dream it lies under the lid of the
coffin and the area
and we are flying and with British mustaches curled
from fierce idleness we laugh quietly and we
call for courage because listening to our
music is not easy, just as it is not easy to drink
Borzhom but they are supposed to
and the snake sticks out in the porthole does not disappear for a
whole hour and the green scales the green scales are
gradually driving us out of our minds
[music] the
iron womb is bursting at the seams
because of some strange dream as if
we were lying under the lid of a coffin
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singing
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[applause]
[music]
[applause]