Текст песни Лешак - Блаженный

Hawala pig slop
Women in the Church of the rods,
Only local poludurok
In a puddle awake.

Every day : solid joy,
Whatever the night , the song
Night howling at the moon,
Day - woven into the church.

All the priests of his encounter :
Speak & quot; Blessed & quot; ,
them with a smile in his face pokes
Fig hefty !

But one day after drinking vodka
Half bottle
Duren grandmother saddled ,
That he gave to drink
Carried it forward,
better than a mare .
Go to church dolt rode ,
His horse threw ,
Abbot - are massive
In smorknulsya beard ,
Yes drugged perpoynom
on stage tripped .
But rose very quickly
And in my pants writing ,
The guy moved to the altar
Farted , matyuknulsya .

Perched on the altar ,
Yes pants fell off ,
With a bang , moan and grunt
Govnische got,
Hitting the icons, crawled on likam ,
Brown grace
Here you edrena mother, millet porridge !