эхопрокуренныхсараев - Мент Алёша 4 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

This winter is ending!

For me, the menta Alexei was difficult this year,

Sweep for two months without Ruslan wet, round psychotropic drugs Life Drama!

I remember how I was sitting in the next line on white, some black was the first!

Friends were old in front of his eyes from the Satanic Bible is not a fluff, not a piraa, the first sheet of spring will fall to their dust, the opera compared to me are worms!

(No, these are not texts about how I lived on the seashore, how I became a cool raer

Smoked spice and wandered through the geodan.

I didn’t smoke on that but ran to the sport hall, to a friend of the Komsomol, the ninety year, the area of the Revolution with Stalin.

The scales of Ruslan Mokry, died under the blizzard, could not stand it, and although he used to put five boys from the attack, wait his mother, he’s not my gange! It’s scary without a friend

Like a damned, I can be crucified, I fall on the quarrel fifth bus to the final one, there across the road. You can please the extreme table by the window, thanks for I will be? You can Suushi and moonshine, Wait Victor, you reminded Ruslan, okay, just do not forget the faceted glass!

Nine in the morning, I am by the window, with difficulty holding a faceted glass in my hands, eyes in tears, rest, with the world Ruslan Mokry, (crying)

Do you remember our first acquaintance? (Rus)

Do you remember how I kicked from the parish? (Well, you helped you supplied water)

And you remember how we were in Paashkovka on the bookmark, well, Musaraa, the bitches stood on the regiments (

I close my eyes and imagine you with tears!

He opened his eyes, in front of me is Yeltsi's swollen face on. chain on the neck, golden carat for twenty -two,

He is holding Lada in his hands. Quietly told me not to cry, all the same we will be there, and rolled for his son Leni on, before farewell he gave a bag of yellow mixture, and a scalp!

Well, I could not give a friend, I could not smoke through another wet, I left like an animal in the forest, holding the baby by the hand, turned the bag to read the Scyt, Yeltsin did not drink Russia! Yeltsin raised her from the anticomonal utopia!

I scored a jamb, and I see a Jew’s baby, his eyes were burning, he said you won’t break a Jew, you won’t make a stove, I made a dozen traction fell and a friend, Ruslan died for you quietly. Saw the dick, Roma Zhigaan, Menta Alyosha Menta Alyosha and Ruslan Mokry, and Ruslan Mokry.

We have not died, we are on vacation.