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We live as long as we fly
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Вот оно как
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Что-то в последнее время как-то так.
i don't like when people call me insane
i don't like when people forget my name
i don't like when people eat from my plate
i feel hate
the only feeling that i've got is hate
the only feeling that i've got is hate
it is my best friend
it is my best mate
the only feeling that i've got is hate
(hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate)
i don't like when you're talking too fast (jerk)
everytime i want to cut off your tongue
i want you dead though you do nothing bad
the only feeling that i've got is hate
the only feeling that i've got is hate
it is my best friend
it is my best mate
the only feeling that i've got is hate (hate)
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According to the plan, we were going to spend the night at the Langbrók Cafe campsite, but the wind was blowing at our backs, and it was a sin not to take advantage of it, so we decided to push on a little further to the small town of Hvolsvöllur (I won't vouch for the pronunciation). As you remember, the hardest part of the trip was over for us, and ahead we expected smooth asphalt, towns with stores, campsites with electricity, normal food, and generally a pleasant and stress-free life. Did it turn out that way? On that day, when we had just left the interior, it seemed like it would. As always, it turned out that Andrey and I are far too naive, although that's good for living – if you evaluate it realistically, moving forward is rather hard. What surprises the new days brought us, you really will find out only from the next parts.