Сергей Павловский - салат - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The boy Seryozha opened the refrigerator, took out a cucumber, two tomatoes, a little dill and put everything on the table near the plate.

“Now I will prepare to eat,” he said resolutely aloud. - What I need? - He absentmindedly looked around the kitchen, saw a dirty knife near the sink and, without hesitation, took it.

-Probably something needs to be washed, right? Maybe you need to wash everything? Or maybe I fucking out? - His gaze fell on one of two tomatoes lying on the table. He took him in his hand and asked with a smile: "What, red -legged lord, wash you or not?" Tomato was silent.

- Why are you keeping silent? - asked the boy Seryozha. The tomato did not answer. - Are you fucking, or what? He asked a new question, changing in his face. - You know, my patience will soon come to my patience.

He brought the knife to the tomato: - Answer, bitch! Answer, or I will fuck you!

The tomato continued to be silent.

- Oh, yes? - The boy Seryozha poked a knife into the wall of the tomato, unbuttoned the width on shorts, took out a member and began to turn it. - Be quiet, silent, goat!

When the member rose, he sharply began to pull on him a tomato. The juice was drunk, the pulp of the tomato began to show up. “Ohhhh,” the boy Seryozha yelled, moving the tomato tomato back and forth. - Pizdato, ass? You are not a tomato now. Do you know who you are? You are a male! Hahahaha.

Everything that remains of the tomato, he threw it into a deep plate, looked at the second tomato and yelled: "Are you laughing blasphemy?" He grabbed him and threw him into the wall with all his might. There was a trace on the wall, a crumpled tomato fell to the floor. The boy Seryozha, approached him and began to trample on his bare foot: “Get it, Madkash! Get it! Get it! Crush your shit with your foot! What is not funny already? " Then he raised the remnants of the second tomato from the floor and threw it into the same plate.

The cucumber and dill remained untouched. He looked at them and shouted: “What, fucking? What?" Then he grabbed the knife and began to crumble the cucumber: “I will fuck everyone! Corpses around! Many corpses! " The cucumber did not resist. Waking up pieces of the cucumber past the plate, the boy Seryozha still threw most of what was called a cucumber a minute ago, and began to tear the dill over the plate:

- Torn torn! I will sew myself a hat from your shaggy! BITCH!!!

Then he grabbed the salt and with a hill poured it into a plate on a porridge of cucumber, tomatoes and dill. Then he took a bottle of vegetable oil and poured almost everything that was in the same plate in it. And then he began to mix with his hand everything that was on the plate:

- That's what shit I get! I am a cook, I have a gift! - Pieces of salad flew from the plate.

Then he woke up and carefully looked at his dish. It became uneasy, the boy Seryozha grimaced slightly.

- Eeeeeee! Who will eat it? - The mood came to naught. He guiltily took another deep plate, put it on the floor, took off his pants and shook there. After he put a plate with a feces on the table near the plate with a salad, sat on a stool, looked dullly at the contents of both plates and began to look for three differences with a sad face.