Вика Цыганова - Играй, тальянка
текст песни

What did you do, grief-television,
A girl from a distant village writes you
If you arrived, then you saw
That on the basis of sex the roof flowed.

We have more nudists than Baptists,
And sexy, perhaps the majority
Of the men, only a couple of communists,
And the rest is a blue minority

Chorus:
Play, Talyanka, longing, Talyanka,
And at night you can’t go to dancing:
Then blue and worse lesbian
They will catch you, and the Lord is forgiven

We will see enough kina, we walk like boiled,
Cursed thoughts are spinning in the head
We know all the ways, even perverted
Many succeeded already on the ceiling

There are lesbians here, more than graters
We have endless fields
It happened, you will get up in the morning of the help,
And the land is strewn with lesbians

Chorus

Here's what you did, woeful television
The agronomist of all tractor drivers immediately raped
And other such miracles are apparently invisible,
And in the stable what is happening - just chaos

Our maniacs are angry like dogs,
And every third is exactly transvestite
We have fights on dancing
One bandit, and that hermaphrodite