Хвост и Митьки - В перине
текст песни

There is little fluff in the feather
Have to add
My friend is a whore
My wife is fucking

There is little space in bed
My bed is empty
One of my brides
As if clean

She doesn't like a bath
She doesn't love shower
She doesn't love Vanya
She does not grind nonsense

It has many virtues
Outside and from the outside
Many paradise army
Already died in it

They lie in graves
On the dusty shore
And the devil sharpen the forks
And make the stew

I could come to terms
I could - but alas
My sister is in tears
It comes out of the grass

And so I am longing
In the sofa without springs
I am a washing board
I carefully caress