babangida - Светлогорск
текст песни

The city of Svetlogorsk in late autumn, bitten through the air.
I scored yesterday, today is still a rod
The city of Svetlogorsk in late autumn, bitten through the air.
I scored yesterday, today there is still a rod ...

The city of Svetlogorsk in late autumn ... yellowed leaves, fucking pines.
We return from the disco late, several teenagers near the kiosk.
I am 17 years old - I am a fucking thrush ...
I watch the TV at the camp site, I sausage there.
Like NOM on the apiary, outside the window, some fagots smoke jambs and listen to caste, fine
Well then, let's go with them Braykdance, we slow down ...
Tomorrow at the restaurant "surf" Tusa bi-bees, Alya, did you understand or not?!

The city of Svetlogorsk in late autumn, cabbage is tightly packed in pockets.
In the bushes, some deer fuck like Jews in a kibbutz
We will loosen them with Butts, we are football players, we just went into the bushes, and then fuck
What a fuck?! Right on the street .... yes you fucking
This territory is controlled by our Tusa if you want to fuck you pay bucks.
Then we will fuck you into your mouth ...

The city of Svetlogorsk in late autumn, bitten through the air ...
Guests came to us from Kaliningrad, but we will not let anyone in.
I scored yesterday, today is still a bar. Tomorrow may let it go.
Let them go fuck these guys in Adidas, no I will not read with them.
I’d better write a fichering with a neighbor, Uncle Vasya, he better laughs my styles.
When Vasily fucks half a liter on his chest, he fuck on radiculitis ...
He rides on the asphalt in the lower break, then reads with me on the track.
He will fuck his head against the wall ...
Plants grow on my windowsill.

The city of Svetlogorsk in late autumn, it is not a Cuba island, there is no Fidel Castro,
And no one read Karl Marx, only the rappers of fagots are brothered under the caste.
I was already fucked here, in 23 years I was not in the weather by the sea
Yesterday, local Al Capone came to me - a thief in law, said: "Let's read rap with you?!"
-Parna I fucked your rap, did you understand? Let's smoke on the balcony, your rap is a dick for homosexuals ...

Alla, a fool, moved their lips, take the button accordion ten cubes.
Instead of writing a song about love
I record songs only about how I fucked everyone in my mouth
I'm probably a robot.
Alla, girlfriend, how is it on the wire?
Let's meet, I am an impenetrable
We will all fadely invigorate you in your mouth
Alla, let's get this melody
Alla, fool, you and I will meet at the disco at 2:30
Then crowds of tourists will drive up in the summer
But now the crisis is not close yet
Spring in the yard, I think we will stand until the summer
Then in November, letting the solutions through the veins
We will be invigorated by going by train Svetlogorsk - Kolosovka.
In fashionable sneakers I will get to the party in Kalliningrad .... mmmm .... to Kalliningrad ...
Or rather in Otradnaya. I will read rap .. read rap there ..
Where in the city to the songs of Kirkorov dance wipers
Waltz in the yards in the basements of hardcore and even porn
Guys listen to the group roots. This evening they are kumat in my opinion.
There are too many fashionistas in the city, fucking deer, looted customers
At the sea last summer, plowed and pale at discos
Fucking tablets in toilets, then in the basements are catching up with glue
2005, already April in the yard, there is little time left before the summer
This summer, on the beach in Svetlogorsk, we will also invigorate until snow falls
This year I have absolutely all fuck.
How Dmitry Nagiev in the window program I would like to become a fashionable guy
Under the songs of Anna, Herman is awake in the bakery, to the songs of Anna German Boil in the bakery ...
Where the fucking smoke a plan, clans grow marijuana
Songs of the Trio Mario in REP Clubs and in basements.
Svetlogorsk this spring, we invigorate normally ... everything is fine ..
We are waiting for the summer.