Текст песни Maratory - Дядя Гена

Uncle Gene got up in the morning
The liter was a half
And from this everything is tougher
His game became
His game

Fly Away! Fly Away!
He screamed into the microphone
And the guys are at school again
Cooked up rock and roll

Uncle Gene - here is a dude!
He drank, smoked, played a woolbone
The rest was do not care
There is a guitar - all Nishtyak!

He drank with Jimi, he sang with Richie
And the Madonna just was fighting
And a couple of tons
He loaded to his Urals

Fly Away! Fly Away!
He screamed into the microphone
And the guys are at school again
Cooked up rock and roll

In a local school, my friends and I
Annealed a master class
In the rural club of the haystack
Guys, chicks, Drum & Bass

And the guys of Uncle Genes
Sanya, Lech, you yes
Problems will not break us
We will never give up!

Fly Away! Fly Away!
He screamed into the microphone
And the guys are at school again
Cooked up rock and roll

Fly Away! Fly Away!
He screamed into the microphone
And the guys are at school again
Cooked up rock and roll