Гайдук - Про штангиста - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

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And what is me, in fact, everything about drug addicts yes about drug addicts? Let me tell you better about the athletes. In short, the case of the life of the rods.

In short, the case of the life of the rods. Such a rod hidden at home, drinks beer, Kebasa eats, Shufi on the Maphon listens, then Wang Lada looks like. Awesome rods: turnip in! Shoulders in! Spin as a football field - but not just rushing it all this life! No, not rushing! I want to pull the bar - well, he is a rod, in kind, and there is no rods. Because the offseason.

And here our rod rises from the sofa and pissing at the athlete party. And there are still the same rods with longing in the eyes, some have not sniffed the rods for a whole week. But they say, in the evening, the bar must pass. And what rod! Guys, they say, yesterday one pancake was raised by the teacher. But the price is appropriate - that's just no anyone. And our rod, too.

And there is a life at sunshine! Here the swimmers from the pool of Brasssum were floating - you would have to take money, but they say that they do not understand anything: the water in the ears. Some already for two weeks in the swim - and what only money is swimming? Well, so if you need a lot of swimmers: the city is big, there are many people, you can always dive a couple of times on the ball. There dived, then dived - you look, already and applied.

Near the race cars hang out - only heard that about fuel and about the cub. I come to a familiar rider; Let's say, I'll throw it on the bar, and then we do not have enough. And he says: You are me, Slavik, I'm sorry, but I fucked in your mouth your bullish buff. Well, it is necessary, says it is to come up with: gravity to hide. Yes, if I have, says, the money was ... Well, of course, if he had money, he would have taken a fuel on them, or some screws-tongs, or, on an extreme, bought the wheels. Well, thank God that he has no money.

But the familiar track hit - we are to him, and he is from us. He is the marathon, you see, runs. First Salute name. After him, other Marathonians flashed, did not even greeted. And nobody carries the rods. And we have a maximum of two pancakes.

And suddenly, Schwarzenegger's Kolya Schuvartzneggger appears from the corner - this is a dude such a sports pseudonym so that no one would guess. Hanging heavy, red eyes, characteristic smile. And rolls the Wait such a car with pancakes! Well, says, dudes, today we will pull out: Uncle from Dzhankoy sent a parcel. Here all the rods are immediately flourished on the face and joyfully, but without unnecessary hurry goes to a secluded sv. There they wear pancakes on the bar, they screw them down, so that they are not postal, and they begin to take turns. I pulled a couple of times - oh, it'sothing like! And here and the cops come from. "Ah, - shout, - fell, the rodgists fucking! ..."

Well, and then what? And then we simply broke them on them, so as not to interfere with people culturally rest. After all, we, fucking, rods, are not a drug addict - so let them do us on treason!