Басотский - пацан не растеряется - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

If I had told you so bad, I would have been a slave

But I’m Russian soaring, hold on brother crab

The woman will roll an icicle for a petishen, doesn’t laugh and doesn’t shake her

And the boys who are fucking on the blue door will laugh at anyone and honk at that cutie

And the rhythm seems to be groovy

No matter how much you take in the morning, one dick ends

Is it so sad that everyone is sad?

frowning frowning pouty smiling

And fuck someone who doesn’t even know

What are kumara and how are they removed?

Gasoline is running out, it’s not working out and everyone is sad, but it doesn’t end there

And if the rubalek catches fire, you know who needs it, he will spin

And what do they say about the end of the world in December?

But I know we have missiles stored in the entrance

And even if a comet hits us from above

Our little girl will go faster than the wind

Wait, slow down, there's garbage standing there, clapping shamelessly, they'll even take away your sandals and we'd give them pussy, damn we saw it

We are also everyday life because of two rubles

And we will be smarter and go to the bypass

There we will miraculously dress up sideways with a truck for a tight

It may sound crazy to some, but we know the driver

We’re actually twelve and already flying

Ahhh normal cakes, how many times did I drop them and hit my head against the window?

All because on the go we wanted to grab

And the driver will not forget to drop our visa

All without fawn, we don’t need to show off

And if to be honest we don't like to fight

It just turns out that the kid won’t get confused, and when he says hello, the big-eyed guy will say goodbye with his tooth

Okay brother, I'm done, let's not say goodbye here, maybe we'll see each other again in a month or 2

And we'll screw it again, we don't like it, we'll find adventures, maybe we'll screw it up

Maybe we’ll disturb someone else’s quiet life, we’ll definitely upset them

But we don’t joke with poodles, we play as hard as we can with the lads for joy

Wind wind you are mighty driving a flock of clouds

Well, fuck it, let us burn a couple of heaps

We alone will find a place to think

And it takes us a couple of seconds to come up with a device in the forest