Why is the string ringing with sadness?
Because in the neighborhood died grandfather dashing.
He didn't tear his head to anyone in life,
Not baryzhil not mutil, clean punk.
He didn't tear his head to anyone in life,
Not baryzhil not mutil, clean punk.
I remember, the "Sector" will turn on the grandfather, and he himself will sing,
Yes pour yourself something, so what will score.
Yes it happens, white is breathing, not to say that chalk,
So what, and grandfather always karazhnut.
Yes it happens, white is breathing, not to say that chalk,
So what, and grandfather always karazhnut.
There was a time, my grandfather wore a fashionable mohawk.
But over the years, the mohawk has faded and shriveled.
It happened so in Russia since ancient times,
What better ragged mohawk than bald cattle.
It happened so in Russia since ancient times,
What better ragged mohawk than bald cattle.
I remember smoking with punks, I was drinking with punks.
At concerts on the rock Harem waved.
Mike wore a worn with the words "Purgen"
And dragged only from real topics.
Mike wore a worn with the words "Purgen"
And dragged only from real topics.
Many in life hapnul grandfather, hapnul over the edge.
So let's remember my grandfather, pour a pile.
Saw a lot, knew a lot, sorry that my grandfather died.
There was a lot of little grandfather or only thirty years ...
