Красная Плесень - Типично панковский медляк - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Usually, by this time friends were flooded with their busty friends and the blue began, turning into a Ukurka, and then to a drunken orgy. Busty girlfriends were farted everywhere: on drum installations, in a para, on stage, in dressing rooms and on the floor. Once Taran Anton (the future guitarist of K.P., and at that time the guitarist of the 11 Dayes group) dragged technical alcohol purchased in the clothing market, claiming that this is the "pure medical alcohol". We led to this bullet, and all five friends and three roots were poisoned. It’s good that the roots and I went to the back on time, but our friends did not finish before and all night they faded the scene and benches in the hall, publishing terrible moans. In the morning, I went on stage to breathe fresh June air, giving the sea with a fresh breath, bribing birds, sea gulls, and a slight gust of morning dew. I was fucking in my nose with a gamut and vomit. Seeing the giant zziye heaps, randomly scattered across the stage, including on the piano standing in the corner of one, I, jumping through this shitty and heifers lying between them, made my way to the piano and, inspired by what he saw, composed and immediately sang a touching song about love:

"I'm walking down the street here is a girl

Pissed, crap and gently snores ... ITD "

I don’t remember how many hours in a row I threw this song, adding more and more words to it and dashingly twisting the plot. But on this day, I finally decided to implement my crazy project to create a group, even though one will have to labam. The name came by itself, "red mold", what it means, you will never know, my dear readers.