Вася Клаб - Батальонный Разведчик - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I was a battalion scout, and he is a writer's writer. I was for Russia the defendant, and he slept with my wife. Ah, Klava, beloved Klava, Surely destiny, destined that you exchanged, Shawa me on such a shit, an eagle and a man's handsome man (yes, I wouldn't become next to him), because I walked from Moscow to Berlin all the time I walked around the corpses! Chagal, and then in the climbing in an embrace with death lay. And the sisters were crying as children, the tweezers had a surgeon trembled. I am like a whirlwind, I rushed and rushed to lobze, I enjoyed the body of my wife. The prosthesis put under the bed. The damned fragment of iron pressed the bladder bladder. Rather under the bed behind the prosthesis, and there is a writer's writer! I beat him in white breasts, breaking the Order from him. Oh, people, you are Russian people, serve a mug of wine.