Варавайки - Что ты гонишь, мусор - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

What are you chasing, garbage, shnyaga not on the case, Why are you soaring about bunks and a convoy, Why are you talking about pont, I'm not a commodity, And you scare, bastard, Baba Kolyma. I suffered from your garbage dirt, I ate enough from the owner of grubs, I phoned ahead of time, According to the documents of the Lazaretov doctors. Hop, trash, no time for me, Singer's car broke a needle, All the witnesses, semi-submissive, Yes, and you fucking garbage, I saw in the coffin. I took over the whole thing near Samara, I didn't pull my homies with a steam locomotive, I kept such a style in the barracks, I didn't go down to the camp mice. And you call my ears, roll the bagel, About that shovel from the Lokhovskoy cheekbone, Your trash bin raised the "prapul", Then, like a tuzik, Then he smelled my hands, then the dirty floors. Hop, trash can, no time for me, Singer's car broke a needle, All the witnesses, semi-submissive, Yes, and you fucking rubbish, I saw in the coffin. Your bulls dashingly wrapped their flippers for me, Bracelets squeezed my white little hands, On the "funnel" stinking scoundrels rolled, And in the end they brought this to the gadyushnik. But this time the cops fired right, I didn't even take that shoveller close, And you signed in vain, chief, under the terpila, That under the hat of a bespectacled goat. Hop, trash can, no time for me, Singer's car broke a needle, All the witnesses, semi-submissive, Yes, and you fucking rubbish, I saw in the coffin. "Copied from the site www.karaoke.ru"