TMNT - Черепашки-Ниндзя vs Шредер - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Once a long time ago, on the streets of Brooklyn, four mutagenes of a mixture of the American turtle and our crocodile genes lived, and they got genes from the rat.

Somehow, once from the sewer hatch, four turtles thought out glitches, it turned out to be in the costumes of the turtles, there were stolen hatches, ascrators of the Podolyuki,

But now we are not about that, in our ghetto there are mutagens, a mixture of turtles and crocodile genes, in the Brooklyn sewage, natives.

How Betmen save the whole world, cadaveric banks and public toilers, an old smelly rat their commander, if you see an urn, this is one of their headquarters of apartments.

A year later, the entire broadcast was already filled and even starred in advertising

Clerafil

Became more popular than even Richard Gir himself, in honor of them they named 15% kifir)

Somewhere in the dark corners of America, four turtles of the fagot lived, in training they rode on great, wore masks from under the flour of bags, somewhere in the dark corners of America, four turtles of the fagot lived, in training they rode on great, but having met their Schredar I expected the collapse)

In the same city, on the same street, there was a pre -Ext of Kusturitsa, a cross between Darth Vader and Kuritsa, Schroeder was driven by the streets, the distillation of the large capital, he was known in Nice as a pop singer, but there was a tragedy of the loss of the right egg, in the film without a face without a face , he did not pass the casting due to the ninja turtles a difficult life comprehended, his revenge was thought out to the smallest detail, he did not sleep, for four Person prepared a shredor with poison a bottle, but from this smell mutated the entire area. Here the long -awaited arrow took place, on the one hand, Shredor, on the other four brother, but no one will ever recognize the end of this collapse

Somewhere in the dark corners of America, four turtles of the fagot lived, in training they rode on great, wore masks from under the flour of bags, somewhere in the dark corners of America, four turtles of the fagot lived, in training they rode on great, but having met their Schredar I expected the collapse)