Ночь с Пятницы на Понедельник - Кристиночке. Ниже-здесь - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

- Fuck the mediator.

- Let's.

- This is the night from Friday to Monday

Our new song

dedicated to Christine

Exactly a year ago we got together all together

I, Nikita, Giving, Olya

Without Olya, of course

(unequivocal game of words)

- Fine

We ride around the city

- Would you see your face fuck

- Sit in the city. Let's

Plot around the city (please take me)

-OK-OK. Let's. We ride around the city. Please play.

We ride around the city

Please take me, please. To the bridge

Closer, closer here. I am breathing

from DR so sad

what to cry even

Look, printer, there is a scanner. Fine

Fine. Fine. Fine

- Listen carefully every word of this song. So that when she comes to us, she repeated her all together. Eeeee. The night from Friday to Monday pleases you again and again. Every day we remember about you, we always remember and love you very much.

And me is my Christine

will pick up and not choke

Look. Below, below, here I am breathing. (Fyrk, Fyrk)

Sit on the donkey.

He is very nice to Sombrero

Look, the children beat him.

-Horoosh.

Like a salad. salad. salad. salad. salad.

- Salad, salad, Christine, salad, salad, salad, salad. seafood salad. From cucumbers, mayonnaise, tomatoes. and love.

Nananana Kristinochka

Christine Kristinochka

Nananana Christinochkaaa

Christine is not Ninochka

Christine is not Ninochka

Christine. salad.