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husband's shirt unfinished

And went to the tobacco factory

to press tobacco, her face aged,

Guys, don't hit me...

And went to the tobacco factory

to press tobacco, her face aged

Lenka was not made for that

damn tobacco, tobacco...

tobacco yellow poison...

Do you have to hit me?

Lenka was not born for that damn

tobacco damn yellow poison,

Tobacco, tobacco, yellow poison

In her chest red

flowers blossomed,

Suckhole.

Have a nice day.

Marko, I would like to talk

to you about your writing.

The French Center has a

competition for young talents.

The best candidates will

represent Macedonia in Paris.

This is a wonderful

opportunity for your talent.

We'll write a poem

for the Fatherland.

Paris.

Paris, city of art.

All artists

and poets lived there.

It's a city of ideas,

a city of lights.

The city of lights!

Even Kosta Racin, if they

hadn't shot him so young,

would have lived in Paris.

This book was my Bible

when I was your age.

You know Marko, I was also

writing when I was younger.

It will help your writing.

Read it and then we'll talk.

Thank you.

Turn off the light, nerd,

I want to go to sleep.

Turn off the light, f*ggot,

can't you see I want to sleep?

-Fanny, I've got to study.

-I don't care, turn it off.

Are you challenging me?

Turn it off.

I told you to turn it off. Are

you challenging me, you sh*t?

Go in the living room,

go outside, go f*** yourself.

Birds, screams.

Kingdom, freedom...

Brave, grave...

Stop your jerking off in there,

your hair will fall out,

Open up!

Shame on you,

You're killing your mother,

A man can't even take

a piss around here,

Daddy...

Did you write poetry

when you were younger?

Angja.

Angja,

bring me that pot!

Marko, where've

you been?

Where were you when you

should be helping your Dad.

You like being served?

Go on, move, help your Mom.

Daddy supplies, Mommy cooks.

Who taught you that?

It's 12 o'clock,

What options?

What are you saying?

Foreigners?

Where?

In Veles?

Where in Veles?

Hotel International?

What are you looking at, pissboy?

It's just Marko,

the little f*ggot.

Punks,

Leave the telephone alone!

While I'm paying for the

phone it stays where I put it,

Go play bingo, stupid.

Shame on you,

You're killing your mom,

You punks!

You're killing your mom!

-Leave me alone!

-Who do you think you're talking to?

-A drunk and a loser!

-I see you slutting with that cheap f***!

Well, watch me then. All you

know is how to play Bingo!

What have you given me?

What? You wanna hit me?

You haven't given me

anything! Only Angja helps me!

You've driven my Mom crazy

playing Bingo every night!

Try to live one day in my shoes!

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