Агутин - познавательные истории - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Pisyun had a cat, they called Dusse. Dusya was mercilessly singing zhivotnaya - she was sitting with a run into the walls, a fucking nah past a bowl of milk on the floor, naughty fucked fuckers. Dussey, Knoya, was pure formally, she spoke to Dusu and Vasya with Petya, and “went to the dick”. In general, Dusya was not a tenant of a gun - her helmet was demolished at birth, and according to the laws of nature, she was supposed to swimmers the frapade in the early dezwa, when instead of a little one she poked a fucking mother in the slander - but then the famous Greenpeaker Pisyunes intervened in the plans of natural selection. He dug up a defective dusya on some kind of pamois and a prior, natural, in the house-it was the last time that the pussy was fully held by the shaggy beast in his hands, Patama as when Dusya grew up and turned into a three-color lopo-boss, she began Mower and dick you will catch her fuck. Dusya was moving very briskly - the impression was created even to shit on the go, and if the place was delayed in ADNU more than a bitter Sikunda, then either a fucking drove away. Well, or thought - periodically short -term bouts of calm happened to her: she froze neither with Tavo nor with a crop, stole the oblique banks in an unknown direction and stressfully expected what hemisphere the urine fucks for this time - well, depending on the result, after a second, she began desperately puppitus either to the left or right, then she usually drove a juban into the wall, bouncing his head -off head in the opposite direction, drove through the door and ahuyev from such an abundance of obstruction