On taezhnaya along the path run
And familiar I sing a motcher
Yes, Mariazhits me a girlfriend of the moon,
I would only have enough strength until the morning.
And the thunder will not give me the needle (they will not give),
And they catch, I know, immediately kill.
Feet in hand and how trot in kedrals
I remember the birthplace of the hearth.
I remember in childhood a mischievous kid (kid
Plot promised me madhouse.
Everything in the special school was drawn up - I ran away.
At night, in shock, our whole yard team (guard!).
You have a cuckoo in the forest,
And on the fig, they say, you're a question Rysobes,
A kilogram of yeast threw to the toilet,
There is no indicator at the local school.
Slow down by Rostov me (near Rostov),
Under the convoy to the Donbass in the camp.
And I did not know how to work - I do not want (I do not want!)
Maps, backgammon, burdens, butt throes.
Wrap! Gone heat in the hut!
Guestful and got into Magadan (in Magadan!),
But from this calm did not.
Sugari, Ponte, Umbrellas, Balabaz
I am from the local servicing of the Pripas (Schniri!).
Day and hour rainy evening struck.
He took Baul and for the Barak, pressed (come on, come on!).
By prepasser, like a ninja, with a sixth.
Vertuhamayam duma snot (Duma!).
On the taezhnaya along the path run
And my friend I sing the motive.
After all, I missed the will of Schapan,
I'm already tired of the balanter.
After all, I missed the will of Schapan.
Already in my throat, I will, Balant.
Wrap!
