Красная Плесень - Ария Купцов - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

For the sea, life is not frail,

In the light, this is what a marvel

The sea will foam like a beer

It flows to the shore with a wave,

There on the shore is deserted,

Breathe overcate wine,

Thirty knights of the young,

Thirty young blue.

With them, the uncle is whitewoman,

He is a pimp above them.

Radish…

Delyaga ...

With them, the uncle Belomor ...

Radish…

Delyaga ...

"Well, enough to bother!"

The king jumped with joy

And he jerked with her hands,

“That's so wondr

You say in shorts ... how cute,

Beard, write decree:

"Gather everyone at that hour."

And the bull with an asshole,

With impudent bitch foam

They immediately began to yell:

“You won’t go, your mother!

You won’t go, you won’t go, your mother!

Also to me, I got a marvel

The sea will foam yak pyvo,

If we say, as an example,

"The sea, let's say, from" Madere ",

Or, at worst,

Jellied meat floated into the sea ",

Then

Mother is a nuclear

We would not object!

Then

Mother is a nuclear

We would not object!

But Saltan rested his horn:

"Enough! All! I swear by God! "

Fucked a fist about the stall:

“Tsar me, bitches, or not the king?

If the king, everyone's mouth is closed,

And I do not how to execute it,

In the morning we are going on the road,

Clerk, don't forget the gifts

Zlata, silver, cloth,

From overseas countries wine. "

With them, the uncle Belomor ...

Radish…

Delyaga ...

"Well, enough to bother!"

“Yes, forgot, take a rose

With a pungent smell of manure, this, by the way, concerns you, boyar Chernenko ...

This is for gondon chicks,

To stop all the crank, as the last time, with Margaret Thatcher ... ".

Oh, the fuss has risen,

The servants ran for two days

Equipped the ship.

King Saltan, losing his mouth,

The order said strict:

“Go the same hour.

And the bull with an asshole,

With impudent bitch foam

Capture on the steamer,

With rags, hammer their mouths, commas. ”

City in a festive outfit,

There are whores in mini-skirts,

Pioneers with flags,

Wards with kraks,

The streets are full of people,

Waves splash to the shore,

Prince Gondon yells: “Yeah!

My plowman is going here, it is definitely! Hey you, Opizdols, where is this fucking plumber, why doesn’t he rejoice with everyone? OPEDDEN, I will send it to the forest! "

“And at that time, the courtyard Prince Gondon complained to the guard that, after a three -day booze, Ryganin and dumplings, the sewer was clogged, and the plumber, who decided to heroically repair the sewer, had disappeared for two days now. The guard went down to the sewer and saw that the plumbing gradually with all the shit was sucked into the pipe. The security was quickly recognized by the plumbing of Lesha Kabanova by the protruding ears and the pimpling nose. ”

“And now the aria of a drowning in shit of plumbing Lesha Kabanova will sound. Ku-Major. Aria is called "stinking far, or in my opinion, this is not a sea." The music is pynutova, the words of the fetid. "

Aria of the plumbing (Not Credited)

Here he carries me far, far,

Sucked right down the ears in shit,

How can I get out of here, I don't know

It smells here somehow very tasteless,

The smelly is far away

If I were not cruel to me,

If I were not cruel to me,

Be cruelly not

Do not hit me about the wall

Do not stick in my ears shit

The smelly is far away

Be cruelly not.

Since childhood, I dreamed of seeing the romance

And so he went to the plumbing,

But how many toilet I did not clean,

Everything was always slapped me, always on a walk,

I don’t understand why, they’ll shine there, in such white beautiful toilets, I usually drink water from them in them, they still throw the plugs there all kinds that spoil my appetite, these tampaxes, as there ...

The smelly is far away

If I were not cruel to me,

If I were not cruel to me,

Be cruelly not

Don't stick shit in my face

After all, I have already had lunch

Where you are carrying, far away

Be cruelly not.

King Saltan goes ashore

And from the princess he does not take his eyes off,

With him, bull with an asshole

Together with the grandmother of a fragment.

The prince leads them to the house soon,

And in funkiki at the door,

Sparkling with all the fixes,

They smoke thirty -three bug

And, of course, the hero,

Belomor, their guide.

The king is drying with every step:

“Not a dick for yourself shu