Подарки - Мусорный Король - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Boiler rooms fried pipelines, sing.

Escalators rumble, they take the surface to the surface

There, where the snow dives into puddles and again warmly.

Faces smile through dirty glass.

I am a garbage king, I am a genius of recyclable.

My slop and sucks - all this is me.

And if you are tired, sit in my dump truck

And I will return everything that you scattered through life.

Even nails rejoice at rust - "Hurray!"

A fermented spark is dancing in the transformer.

And the assignor, forgetting his unit,

Gives girls flowers and is so happy about this.

I am a garbage king, I am a genius of recyclable.

My slop and sucks - all this is me.

And if you are tired, sit in my dump truck

And I will return everything that you scattered through life.

Reinforced concrete bloomed reinforcement,

The lying foam rubber reached for the sun.

The sea of ​​broken glass at dawn shone.

It’s good to meet the dawn on the garbage grief!

I am a garbage king, I am a genius of recyclable.

My slop and sucks - all this is me.

And if you are tired, sit in my dump truck

And I will return everything that you scattered through life.

I am a garbage king, I am a genius of recyclable.

My slop and sucks - all this is me.

And if you are tired, sit in my dump truck

And I will return everything to you, and I will return everything to you, and I will return you everything that you scattered in life ...