I sit by the battery in knitted socks,
And for fear of catching up storm windows.
What to do to me now, where do I look?
After all, this morning you left your mother.
I pick up all the clothes, money and my medal
In the labor victories as I wish it,
I'll find you, you beast, and fetch out of the ground,
Only here I do not know where the keys to the handcuffs.
Hey, guys, why do you need this whore?
Hey, guys, they are in fact only flour, nai-nai-on.
Hey, guys, I'm not going to teach you,
Down with whores, married best camp.
A month later met a chick,
After two we were married - I became a mother,
I thought everything goes according to plan, one day will die,
I paid for our happiness is not one ruble.
When the quarrel between us turned into a divorce,
You said for no reason that I'm an idiot,
Once again, the battery sit in knitted socks,
That's all I had left our family collapse.
Hey, guys, why do you need this whore?
Hey, guys, they are in fact only flour, nai-nai-nai.
Hey, guys, I'm not going to teach you,
Down with all the women, become better free.
Hey, guys, why do you need this whore?
Hey, guys, they are in fact only flour, nai-nai-nai.
Hey, guys, I'm not going to teach you,
Down with all the women, become better free.
