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**Title: «The Roller Man»**

**[Verse 1]**  
He drove the roller — chaos, panic,  
Local, sure, but still a wreck.  
Doesn’t matter — auto, manual,  
Crushing all into cold metal.  

**[Verse 2]**  
He drove the roller, laughed with fervour,  
Kids on sidewalks melted, stunned.  
Just a bottle of sparkling poured,  
And half a litre of white at dawn.  

**[Chorus]**  
Soon the shameful wolves will swarm,  
Grab his hands, halt his course.  
Sanctions loom, no mere alarm —  
But for now, he doesn’t care, of course.  

**[Verse 3]**  
Don’t blame the blissful, madman, no,  
Here’s the truth — that early morn,  
A jeep’s bumper, damn unholy,  
Scratched his brand‑new roller, worn.  

**[Verse 4]**  
The scratches sparked a shudder deep,  
Red threads shot through his whites, alarmed.  
He turned the key, the engine crept,  
Off to venge the cars, unharmed.  

**[Outro]**  
*Ga‑i…*