Камчатка - Горько
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He was a normal kid
Cut on a nine, loved chanson
But began to communicate with the wrong people
Because of the marine bitch, it is numbered

On this day, either good or nothing
Seeing a brother with a noisy skewer
Dressed in a jacket, do not calm down
And handed a bouquet of prickly roses

Oh, there is no face on you
You and I are standing at the pad
Nothing to redeem this trash
What is fucked up? We sit in the motorcade

Relatives and friends are in place
Who wished to come to say goodbye
Our hearts were hanging under the march
Go, buddy, for a better life

Happiness, health

Flowers in the hand
Tears on the cheek
Havchik on the table
And degree in cognac

Flowers in the hand
Tears on the cheek
Guests are all shit
But I don't care

I'll sing right now

A tie tightened with a loop
Sitting a suit like a glove
Ignor to taboo and canons
Somewhere in the kitchen, Kagor drank

Somewhere a glass crashed to happiness
Someone gave it awkwardly
Bayan tightened
For the rest of the soul, and for a bottle of vodka

The door slammed slammed
Everything that was not important
Everything that will be unknown now
And who is important my opinion

See you no imminent meeting friends
Relatives, and everyone who is with me
Well, hello, my girl
In a white dress with a scythe

Screams, children everywhere
The wind will scatter all sadness
From life in the past only
My soul is so bitter

And a joyful mother -in -law
Kisses on the lobby juicy
You don't understand how much
My soul

Flowers in the hand
Tears on the cheek
Havchik on the table
And a degree in cognac

Flowers in the hand
Tears on the cheek
Guests are all shit
But I don't care

Flowers in the hand (bitter)
Tears on the cheek (bitter)
Guests all in shit (bitterly)
But I don't care, it doesn't matter