Браконьер x Тупой Пиздеж - Здравствуй, зима IV - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Poacher:

Hello, winter winter,

I myself did not notice how Silushka fucked me,

I looked after her and only asked "where are you?"

But it was too late

And while the top stomped, he felt the convoy the bottom.

there is terrible, dead ice, fucked up

There was my way along the maze of megaliths, a refrigerator, a fucker.

But now, soon the light of the sun again,

I understand that the heat has not become in the spring.

And with my girlfriend Belaya, in the attempts of Nemo

shouted, calling for help to open a veil,

About the meaning of being, but they whispered to me "useless to live",

And our souls are awaiting that dead man to sail.

It is written to us here to go here,

hollowed with an icebreaker,

SMMI if I forget, then the thickness remembers it,

And even when we will be many years old,

Winter will come again, and the grooves will notice, the snow will clog into cracks,

letters will take the letters, and we will recall things, we,

What are the wrong chigles, again we go to battle, but where are the shields?

They thought everyone was in our hands, and their fingers hold dust.

But Huynya. Pour, girlfriend, jelly,

With a snowstorm and a snowman, we will go into a white sunset,

For a year already in the game, but never took the rink.

This fuss of so.

But there is strength, because as long as there is winter,

I will not die, I will cast a snowman-vegetable,

He will be my guide, then I will not perish, bro,

Do not understand, then - not a joke, shitty shit for a walk,

But we will move away and wash, I would like to die, but it is impossible

Happiness is pounded in a coffin with a fucking slot,

Once Fomka sticks between the boards,

I will take Fortune and say "Come with me."

We will have to go through life together.

It seems that he began to realize that he was not a loan, bro

This is just another snowdrift poured in the snow

And you know

The most important thing is not to fuck on salt ice.

Dumb cunt:

Hi, New Winter, like you came suddenly, for everyone who exists not only in locked, but also outside the castles, outside the Bolkon and even outside the tower, for those who for a while it does not matter, and only the cough will remind of winter weather and Porridge, but the soul will remain the same way, you won’t deceive your brother with your elegant fir trees, because we measured it for years, and I’m still young, although what year has already left, waving a branch, and I remained in this room by a dilapidated one, still with with their demons, but once they weighed quite a bit, and now there are almost half of the thousand, not one subscription does not know about this, but everyone squeals for devotion, a sword and shield in his hand, on the body of armor, on a distant path under Edita Piehi’s howls, drowning under the icy masses, or falling asleep from powerlessness, it is so much as much as travelers, it is not easy to calculate, because half under the snow, waiting in the wings, I would share this happiness with them, but these paths are tempting, they are tempting, The end point is silent what is the finish and whether there is one, but for now. DMCU will play when transferring from stereo to mono or from a strip in fashion, listen to this winter ode, for the fourth year was given.