Chorus:
I love my country ! kind of
I half - life of a slave in the factory was
And pants worn directly on the skeleton ,
But now I do not Torquay !
I love my country like , but
I " plowed " at work bezvylazno !
Surprisingly , it is striking
How to easily transform their lives ... Wine
I would like to Georgian ! And in the movie,
And on a sunny beach to lie , but
I do not pull on zarplatinu
Three tickets , but in the south side !
Chorus:
I love my country ! kind of
I half - life of a slave in the factory was
And pants worn directly on the skeleton ,
But now I do not Torquay !
I love my country ! Like, yeah!
Yes, and I was not , in general, never
Not in Greenland, not in America ,
Well now I " be killed " in hysterics ?!
There, I know from the movies , which also lie,
Even Orcs and Goblins live there,
And we ides in the genre «Fantasy» -
Two glasses and everything will be in the ointment !
Here it is, here it is homeland of my dreams ....
Chorus:
I love my country ! kind of
I half - life of a slave in the factory was
And pants worn directly on the skeleton ,
But now I do not Torquay !
I love my country , e-my !
And who else , if not her ...
And mobiles "E" and the roads "E"
There is something in it that ... absolutely his own!
Possible and about the field , but about poplar
It is not tricky , voila!
I would definitely could only sharpens aphids,
Forcing me to start from scratch.
