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А я сегодня ударю по струнам,
Орал в стужу, голос простужен.
Если на местности кружим,
У нас не ночь, у нас – ужин.
Мы с пацами любим улыбаться,
А подлецу – улыбка к лицу.
Но ты, судьба, не нагадай нам карцер,
Мы ведь так-то добрые с братцем.
А мы раньше играли в прятки,
Теперь ребятки играют в блядки.
С девчатами, что без оглядки
Обеспечат прокачку тачке.
Кругом бандиты в очках опасные.
А мы просто едем на красный,
У нас тут все любители бейсбола,
Только мячик забыли дома.
Припев: [х2]
Ты нагадай красиво,
Чтобы нам не тыкали ксивой,
Чтобы я возвращался домой.
Ты нагадай, нагадай мне сына.
Второй Куплет:
Борода не брита, я не смотритель,
У нас холодные зимы в Сибири,
А если чего, я – потомок Добрыни,
Того Добрыни из детской книги,
У кого кольцо, малой под рукой.
А я сегодня не приду домой,
Скоро век на четверть, по ходу, не встретил.
С кем заполнить графу «Дети»?
За душой ни гроша, но не грош цена,
Нет цены на наши сердца,
И если мы сегодня не на «мерине»,
Значит, ждём последнюю серию.
Вроде были места, и я так и не стал,
Кем по детству я стать мечтал.
А ты не поскупись, закинь на баланс,
Ещё один шанс.
Припев:
Ты нагадай красиво,
Чтобы нам не тыкали ксивой,
Чтобы я возвращался домой.
Ты нагадай, нагадай мне сына.
Ты нагадай красиво,
Чтобы нам не тыкали ксивой,
Чтобы я возвращался домой.
Ты нагадай, нагадай мне сына. [х2]
And today I will hit the strings,
He screamed into a cold, a voice was cold.
If we are circulating on the ground,
We have no night, we have dinner.
Patsu and I love to smile
And the scoundrel is a smile to the face.
But you, fate, do not guess us a punishment cell,
We are so kind with a brother.
And we used to play hide and seek
Now the guys play the whores.
With girls that without looking back
Provide the pumping of the car.
Around the bandits with glasses are dangerous.
And we are just going to red,
We have all baseball lovers here,
Only the ball was forgotten at home.
Chorus: [x2]
You guess beautifully
So that we are not poked with xiva,
So that I return home.
You guess, guess my son.
Second verse:
Beard is not British, I'm not a caretaker
We have cold winters in Siberia,
And if something, I am a descendant of Dobryni,
That kindly from the children's book,
Who has a ring, small at hand.
And today I will not come home,
Soon, for a quarter, along the way, did not meet.
With whom to fill in the column "Children"?
There is not a penny behind the soul, but the price is not worth
There is no price for our hearts,
And if we are not on Merin today,
So, we are waiting for the last series.
There seemed to be places, and I never became,
Who I dreamed of becoming in childhood.
And you don't say, throw it on the balance,
One more chance.
Chorus:
You guess beautifully
So that we are not poked with xiva,
So that I return home.
You guess, guess my son.
You guess beautifully
So that we are not poked with xiva,
So that I return home.
You guess, guess my son. [x2]
He screamed into a cold, a voice was cold.
If we are circulating on the ground,
We have no night, we have dinner.
Patsu and I love to smile
And the scoundrel is a smile to the face.
But you, fate, do not guess us a punishment cell,
We are so kind with a brother.
And we used to play hide and seek
Now the guys play the whores.
With girls that without looking back
Provide the pumping of the car.
Around the bandits with glasses are dangerous.
And we are just going to red,
We have all baseball lovers here,
Only the ball was forgotten at home.
Chorus: [x2]
You guess beautifully
So that we are not poked with xiva,
So that I return home.
You guess, guess my son.
Second verse:
Beard is not British, I'm not a caretaker
We have cold winters in Siberia,
And if something, I am a descendant of Dobryni,
That kindly from the children's book,
Who has a ring, small at hand.
And today I will not come home,
Soon, for a quarter, along the way, did not meet.
With whom to fill in the column "Children"?
There is not a penny behind the soul, but the price is not worth
There is no price for our hearts,
And if we are not on Merin today,
So, we are waiting for the last series.
There seemed to be places, and I never became,
Who I dreamed of becoming in childhood.
And you don't say, throw it on the balance,
One more chance.
Chorus:
You guess beautifully
So that we are not poked with xiva,
So that I return home.
You guess, guess my son.
You guess beautifully
So that we are not poked with xiva,
So that I return home.
You guess, guess my son. [x2]
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