Кувалда - Блевотина
текст песни

Getting on the guilt of cognac and vodara
You will breathe out of mouth on all fumes
Tongue is braided, cotton legs
You go on the autopilot along the road

You come home without remembering the way
It remains a little to the bed to reach the bed
Fell without undressing, to his bed
And then he began to fly in zero gravity

You raise your head - everything floats around
And a lump has already rolled to the throat
You jumped up, staggering, and realized that no
Not to have time for you to the toilet

At speed you rushed to the window
From there, Kharchi threw in the dark
A neighbor sniffed the fresh air below
He hung on his ears your lunch

Pasta and cabbage soup, flying like a sling
Exactly on the target, exactly on the target
I am struck by the target
Blovita-hare climbs back
She gets stuck in her nose
Bon Scott died of vile vomit
Former Singer of EISI/DISI