Nineteen on yours and we eat the choirs
What girls, Von Tama and there!
Stop the car, begin the conversation,
But they are not underway and we start the motor.
And sorry, of course, yes legs class!
And bust is in order not to say about us.
Yes, we are two income, so what?
After all, we have a car, lave, hut boot.
I smoke cigarette, Pepsi Cola
By Europe, plus something I sing.
Laughing at a friend I look, what kind of you, damn, freak!
Then I look at myself and immediately laughter stops.
We pass the traffic light, pass the lights.
Worse aunt we will not remove, dyskari remain.
Yes, here we buy in a hundred grams on Dance,
Immediately cool chori smile to us.
Invited for a table, invite to mess,
Twitched by drinking, do you have to buy.
We booze, smoke, something we speak,
Well, do you hear the income when we reproduce with them?
Here the trio went, nine with us
Those from delight squeezed and say that this is a class!
Break to the street to nine more quickly,
About the doors back drove, lying on it.
Pantywood, drawn, and not familiar.
And for Rum-Claus, they make us ...
Well, how did we drop? Yes, Bratuha, Nishtyak!
Like aunt! Yes, you drive, dude!
Like aunt! Yes, you drive, dude!
Like aunt! Yes, you drive, dude!
