Иваси - Я плыву на катере..
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I'm sailing on a boat
Eh, I roar all by my mother,
Why, why, why
No water in the fairway?

The nose grinds on the stones,
The groan stands on the marinas,
There, with tears, washing
Fish requires Nyam.
They take her instead of food
Wasmed fuel oil.

The fish beats with fins,
The bird does not peck fish,
And from hunger immediately
God gives the soul to God.
Beasts, birds without eating,
Dying, OKOLE.

In ticks and other fleas
The diet is bad from the hands,
Because the world of animals
Mostly dead.
Vile in the absence of animals
Blood sucks from the rangers.

Huntsmen are satane and,
Coats of Sorory,
Despite the fires,
nervously smoke how much in vain.
Smoke rises under heaven,
then the forests burn, burn.

Without plant breeds
oxygen disappears,
but without it without gas
The people are suffocating
The people are suffocating -
In the collective farm, a shortcoming.

I'm standing on the deck
I feel bad.
I'm standing on the deck
I feel bad.

And I would have to swim a thaw on the boat,
To the mileage of mother,
Yes, you see, not destined
There is no water in the fairway.