Текст песни Красное Солнце - Вася

Someone looks at us from behind the ring.
Someone behind the thorn. There are two crowns on the shoulder blades.
Someone is drunk without Vincets, awaits the song of the end.
Outside the door, the opera will catch the young man.

Here she is such a katavasia.
Well, someone wants to see Klava, someone wants Vasya.
I have long noticed that he was stirring up something riche.
Chicks, chicks, his car is prominent.
He has a capka, he has a mobile
He has two fingers and his back like a gorilla.
Turning the handles of the machine-ka-ka-ka drives in the Lada.
But in Cuba Glamurnoy, he is simply clear and in front, from behind.
Come on with me. Well, dance with me.
I am a local Timati, I am your hero at night.
Either a girl sheep and from this a hitch,
Or Vaska is not fastened with a width.
We are watching news, books. It is important to us.
In the Vasin thoughts, take each twice
Each creature pair to him and boobs with beer in the bar.
And in the finale? And in the final Cossack in a drunken frenzy.

Friends of Vasya Boriska da Egor.
Egor rides cheerfully on Merse from the hill.
Just does not join Merse with (yes) Lada (Lada).
Here it is, brother, what an ambush.
There, in the back, Yegorka is his Gerla.
She wiped her ass, her ear of red in mobile words fly.
Yes, everything is a mat, your mother, at least red.
But Egorke FSh. He has long been with her.
They get out of the tachyla. Hello Vasyok.
And where is Anatoly, another fool?
There are such fools in the area of the brigade.
Tires from the tire pipe, then you need to live.
And the Life is like this: baths, booze, riveted.
There are enough butterons for a month, then Kirdyk.
And again flies a phantom of Merse and Lada.
Pussy tires from the tire warehouse.

Jacket seven thousand euros Dolce Gaban
Narrow jeans, cap, seeds in pockets.
There are a lot of show -offs in his incoherent speech.
Rides to Subaru Black. A chanson plays in the car.
“Magadan, Magadan” - hoarse the bass.
Scaring the provincial ladies, Borya presses the gas.
It is in a hurry to get Borya to a childhood friend.
A friend has a hectare ring with V.V. Next door.
Today is the evening rendezvous.
Singing thongs plus gay Hollywood will come.
On the luxury portals, stone faces.
Their boredom is not to break through George Michael or Prince.
Important guests are met with air tacks.
They are pushed by investment in Russian circles.
Then they will arrange an orgy in the privat of the F-Stream yachts.
And the whole district will be stunned by the cries of Katya Kin.