Infornal Fuckъ - Приплыли - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Because of the island and fuck, to the expanse of a large wave

We swim painted, Kryvoruki and drunk,

From Auchan, an inflatable boat is our sea dragon,

Alcohols were perched on a rubber gondon,

The navigator sat on the nose - the gods of the fool gave!

More than a hundred kilograms that have been chewing cognac,

He swings the boat, disgusting scoundrel,

He wants as in Ukraine, wants everyone to be fucked!

Oh, you are the spaciousness of lake waters,

Dahl calls me to the disturbing!

Thumping rowing in a free style

Repin's picture "sailed" "!

Someone cleared the guitar, fucked man,

From the "Titanic", Paskuda, he is a bug of the soundtrack,

Take the instrument and push it into the point!

If, a bitch, it does not shut up, it will soon become like a sadco!

Oh, you are the spaciousness of lake waters!

Fucking case is our campaign!

The moron sat on the moron,

Repin's picture "sailed" "

The night went down to Vuoksu,

The navigator sat down

Dick Understand where we are scratching

Apparently Straight to Hell

I saw a dream that our frigate is floating,

And on the frigate there are only retardians

Mount Ararat moored to Mount,

There System of a Down play backgammon

Morning with a fucking fog covers reeds,

Helpers awakened in an inverted trough

An unfamiliar shore, and a strange cottage burns on it,

All guys, we sailed, now I am generally Straight Edge!

Oh you, the spaciousness of lake waters!

I fucked such a campaign in my mouth!

A dashing raid in the Varangian style,

Repin's picture "sailed" "

But no one wants to think about

Where is the Titanic floating

Nobody wants to think about

Where ...

But no one wants to think about

Where is the Titanic floating

Nobody wants to think about

Where - in fucking!

Where - in fucking!

Where - in fucking!

The picture, which folk rumor ascribes to Repin, was actually written by the artist Solovyov Lev Grigorievich. The canvas "" "monks. We drove the wrong way "". " But fuck everyone