Павел Гапоненко - Наколочка
текст песни

All brother, I swear by my mother's head,
Their beloved torso, turn into an Hermitage
The famous master scribbles a needle all year round,
Creates a criminal shock with love.

Note on the chest:- "I will not forget my mother's mother"
With the baby Virgo, he is a “child of prison” for the age of century
- "Comrade Stalin"- this inscription is a fatal
Brought under the heart a friend with a distant Kalyma

Chorus:
If the tape is
In the morning, if under the stack
And the soul of thieves
Look not the birch

Then a cross to someone, then a rose
The creaks creaks needle
Tatuirovka
Sleeps on my chest

Bee ruthless machine behind the back
Slides over the skin, inspiredly rushing the ball
Local artist with a tireless hand
The fashionable tattoo kindly created

Tattoo is not a piercing, but a dashing trouble began,
I will accept suffering, as in the past Prometheus.
Though my body was radiated, my body was radiated
But you are a little bit of a little bit of a little shame