Самоприготовляющийся бекон
Love is a burning thing
And it makes a fiery ring
Bound by wild desire
I fell onto a boar on fire
And it makes a fiery ring
Bound by wild desire
I fell onto a boar on fire
I fell into a burning boar of fire
I went down, down, down
And the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns
The boar of fire
The boar of fire
The boar of fire
I went down, down, down
And the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns
The boar of fire
The boar of fire
The boar of fire
так вот для чего волку кабан нужен был
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