Текст песни Константа - Трамваи

Mitya, what can you hear there?
Welcome, welcome. The couple is so heavy.
The constant is here.
The most roasted in the world, always sober.
Do you understand?

Torn away from the boom, no brake
Divide the forms equally.
Pokutaby for a beard.
Yuzam 130 in the city.
You just need a normal solarium for the robot.
Who are you?
Come on, stomp bitch.
Until fuel oil spilled from your cracks.
Or do not screw the pussy into the ear of this wild game.
You first listen normally, then try to understand.
Your eggs are hanging over your bird.
Slovenian medon, though not shy.
Still the same bummer. Bitch.
Pull for life.
Under the white suns of the desert.
There are breeches on the barge.
Make the trunks squeal
and cover with ticks.
Sunny, like a dear baptist.
There, on the square, there is a crown on the square.
The body reflects the curse.
It is better on it straight to the veranda or party.
Or better with guns on the radio
so that trees and sons-in-law pump Moscow
our hit.
Kiev meren throw on the Frunzenskaya embankment.
And stomp on the rook for pies.
Tops, roots, krovograd farmers
share their kind homies.
The carburettor berets settled everything.
The son is not a Mazol, it was simply not charged.
Sincerely yours flutters like a moth
and how evil bees stung.
He is the only one, one truth has been scraped off.
In spite of the wind, I feel sorry for them.
Even before they fired, we stopped them.
We play with them, like Matroskin with mice.
Chess fleece denser rembuz like a shawl.
We beat with falush.

Let's break it. The area with houses is with us.
We will wring out your loaves, we will carry the trams with the rails.
Not current to eat, to eat us with our heads.
Until we come here with the fufirzhniki world.

In the field at nine o'clock, try to find me.
Trunks on one boot one-on-one with malt.
Wait Gopodin.
Here rains are setting on the roofs of trams.
They are like piranhas.
Let's take off your dodgers.
Rabir with lamb horns is ramming into a blunt one.
Brother, let's not get sick.
Tula hole will punish you
No socks on you kaya.
We were sunbathing in the sun, let's start your shed.
The bespectacled one for life put those in suit.
Casting leather sandals.
Pidarastik in velvet trowels.
Martini ice, lipton.
Matryoshka went to spare parts.
Topk hole three rubles.
Alyoshka Shaloput, what are you rubbing at me here?
Pokhuyam carp.
The hedgehog is in your weight.
Firearms on carved weighty
to the underworld he will send up the stairs.
And what is there at all?
He wore an Italian raincoat.
Here the bullets pinched the buffalo poles.
Moscow blot in nature fucking.
Brother, sit down and light up.
There is no truth in the legs, but there is a lot of foolishness.
Shurik is with us. Chicken into wood.
and also that massive.
Fuck off your burgundy makosin.
Sister, don't go to waste.
They smacked and idle.
You can see the bitches a mile away.
With oars on board, they rushed through the voids in sorrow.
All right, good luck boss.
It's time for us to fucking leave.
It's time to fucking sheep.
Fuck sheep.

Do not go and break it.
Areas with houses are with us.
We will wring out your loaves, we will carry trams with rails.
Not current to eat, to eat us with our heads.
Until we come here with the fufirzhniki world.