Виталя Альбатрос - Загуляла - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I came to you with greetings, as Fet would say, no shame, no conscience, no money, nor sweets, with sharp jerks speech, flow in the pot,

In pockets hexogen, shrapnel and buckshot. Purely Russian officer, uh yield sir,

Do not stick to my awards your Helier,

I am a fighting, Vasya! I am in my board Vasya!

I am the first to appear in Syria and in the Donbass

And in Krivbass, I saw, I have ridiculous, I posing against the backdrop of the bearded men in Aleppo,

Well, or here, in a sand mask I stand in Damascus, I fought, fucking! What are your excuses to me?

So you are amiable, not so pompous, behave on the edge of the Abyss federation, Russia Mom will throw you the last, although no one asks us about it.

I walked around the distant cordons, dangled the guns with volleys in the outposts, and the very from prison and home, the road to people has already become native.

I walked around the distant cordons, dangled the guns with sparks on the lights.

And from Kolyma to the Don itself,

Thinness with a raw whip through the eye sockets.

Who is the most clear here? I'm the most clear here!

I have all their passports, reports and accounting,

During the door of journalists, uh, do not warm your ears to warm! Then I decide who to live, to whom to die!

I have a official and forty -six reasons, I have a rank

Two more thousand four hundred and thirty men,

Highlight the occupied ones,

And make your fucking opinion stopped,

What have you thought of, Vasya! To doubt the righteousness of the legislative power? Yes, you are not Belmes, "no or me"!

What is the initiative, are you out of your mind?

Do not unbend and do not let out the chip from your hands, you sucked shit through a rag yesterday,

I know better what, for what, and where, where,

I can let everything in the beard without you.

I walked around the distant cordons, dangled the guns with volleys in the outposts, and the very from prison and home, the road to people has already become native.

I walked around the distant cordons, dangled the guns with sparks on the lights.

And from Kolyma to the Don itself,

Thinness with a raw whip through the eye sockets.

I do not claim to be some title

In the book of this life, I seem to have a dead cake - always in place, my hands are yellow from tits,

And let the cranes fly to the waves of pages.

I am stability, on people like I stand an empire, I steal through the windows the stream through the doors, I,

The daughter is arranged, the cottage is built,

And how else, I have three on my neck, on!

I will tear the throat to those who shake the boat!

Put your protests deep into the cap! If you break me everything that has been built for so long! Then the bitch will not help you either the Lord or the Trinity!

What did you shout, you are not removed in the city? Buy a car, it cuts off the smell of Urban!

For thirty years I plowed on my cozy corner, what strikes I have a mortgage on the pledge!

I walked around the distant cordons, dangled the guns with volleys in the outposts, and the very from prison and home, the road to people has already become native.

I walked around the distant cordons, dangled the guns with sparks on the lights.

And from Kolyma to the Don itself,

Thinness with a raw whip through the eye sockets.