Гарри Топор - 6. Вечера на хуторе близ Дыбенко - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The wall on the wall, Cross-Fit, threw the girl-rush to drink, she was wet from this track, could not even dry Lowe. Let those rappers are the god of the rhythm of the rhythm-boss, but for them you are nobody, even though you are MSMK according to judo, but you were thrown here in the yard. Evenings on a farm near Dybenko, near the car from UBDGNK. The north wind takes out the brains, close the "intersection", "Auchan" and "tape". Here they buy their dirty goods of a merchant, Parnassus and the center. Fish, Lomo, Finban, Academician Plus, and Komedy Hey, Gopota, Throw Semka up, Ayda, Start, sitting together, dance on maps, on the hives, guts from lead, then acetone will be drunk, here is roll with acne, this is roll With acne. Whores dump prices, look, a crocodile look, a villas-beash, I saw that the migrants fell in love with the limit, we are explosive, like dynamite, and everyone knows, raise three fingers to heaven and charge. Charger. (x8) Dybena Right Coast, so right bank. A left -handed person came here, he immediately rushed into a curb. And there is. I do not scare, believe me, finding a needle in a haystack, they let me in Vienna. In every tavern there is a drag dealer, that's how, every drag dealer, Delen to you, and an evil bastard. The purchase of a fifty dollars was spent. One hundred grams. They were soldered by mothers on a dash, reports. We sculpted with an ax? Long for a long time. On Dviben? Then they rushed into the air. To take the pont and bastard. But the mafia does not sleep until Dyben is sleeping. We are caravan, we are sleeping in briquettes. You tell me that it is harmful, perish! Whores dump prices, look, a crocodile look, a villas-beash, I saw that the migrants fell in love with the limit, we are explosive, like dynamite, and everyone knows, raise three fingers to heaven and charge. Charger. (x8)