Леша Маэстро - Деревенская
текст песни

I go out into the street, hanging out the whole village
Op for hip hopchik mash tailbone.
I go out into the street, hanging out the whole village
Wetting the throat, and life is so short.

All that summer, pickled - for winter snack,
All that summer to dry - smoked in Russian.
All dreamed about you in my village can
Not that I sinebot, sinyachu little.
And, thank God, there are tobacco and milk
And, thank God, the district trash away.
And I'll go to the kiosk to buy myself a beer,
With a hangover beer and just as easy.
Make-ka kopendos, have ginger babos
We'll drink to nevmenoza. We will not question.
A Th us, in pennies smoked
Hurled mud at the hayloft, poke girls.
We've got no staff, not Beverly Hills
...................................
Carousing soul, life is good
With us here Atri and Lesch.

I go out into the street, hanging out the whole village
Op for hip hopchik mash tailbone.
I go out into the street, hanging out the whole village
Wetting the throat, and life is so short.

Maroussia fatter bread smear butter,
Ama hasola. Ama ama hasola.
Kvasok ferment, itself caught up,
Village minusok inflate Patsykiv.
The cries of roosters woke me up no dawn,
Let these birds is very bad speak.
Tea, milk me great invigorate,
Behind the house hemp, hemp pleasing look.
I brew, I drive quality
And Marusyu climbs 10 times a day.
I prefer shield, rather than any garbage
And in the village, I bit I scratch his belly.
At the village of principle - not to stand out,
Under the fence with the men oh nishtyak roll.
Oh, burn my morning so as not extinguished
Ama hasola. Ama ama hasola.

I go out into the street, hanging out the whole village
Op for hip hopchik mash tailbone.
I go out into the street, hanging out the whole village
Wetting the throat, and life is so short.

I go out into the street, hanging out the whole village
Op for hip hopchik mash tailbone.
I go out into the street, hanging out the whole village
Wetting the throat, and life is so short.