Гек - Микола Перестукенский в армии - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Yo - mine ..., when is Dembel ...?

Healthy hip-hop nation and the rest Hello.

Mikola Ragnskensky reads a new topic, slightly sad, but very necessary about how to make a wonderful way to the glory of the Motherland. Without demand, they chopped down, drove a week on the train. They arrived, built, and then the mulac is complete: the snowdrifts are huge, the trees are short and it is dark for the whole day - serve as healthy! Well, the hang up, rise, then on the schedule. Grace three times a day - green, cold. In short, you can live, but I do not like my new team, some are all striped. My grandfather comes up here on the call:

“Son!”, He Baklain, “footcloths are already dirty. Come on, fucking ... ”, and I stand and think-why did he get the idea that I was a fucking relative?

- Go and wash yourself!

Oh, how he was offended here, he began to wave his hands, scream:

-Bubo, hang up!

It’s impossible with him like that! Well, you yourself understand, he had to breed Lule for comfort.

They raised at three o’clock, more precisely, they threw off the bed. Pinali, as they could, were given by conscience! But it was not me, did you really think that I was such a fool? Of course, the fuck has changed in places with a dude, persuaded all evening. And here is the result to you, the soldier was killed for almost just a foolish “grandfathers”, and then they took it to the medical care point. Noticed a catch, returned in terrible rage:

-Where is this fucking freak, Mikola Parnsky? !! Give him here !!!

And I am lying quietly and I think that I want to eat terribly. And at home, it’s probably great in Rubkanano now, my mother baked hot pancakes with cottage cheese, and I still serve as to the moon on the tractor. It's a shame that I am not a contract in Russia.

The debit of the demobilization completely moved off the coils, decided to lime specifically, according to the charter, fucking. They arranged enmity, everyone was kicked out into the street:

-Phiz. You have an hour now!

... Let's run like. Until the morning, we ran and jumped, pushed the “Earth’s ball”, crawled together along the parade ground. I was even tired of this shitty army during these two hours of continuous bullying. I get up and goat:

- All! Enough fucking out! Guys, you are afraid of these fagots. There are 30 of them, and there are 500 of us with Paltina, let's make you fucking out of doing the same!

What a beauty when they are busy! They try, puff, pump the badge of bicipzi! Well, direct sea lions, defenders of the Fatherland! Nice to see, I like this! I am now serving Nishtyak, I do not do it almost! I look, I smoke, I write, I write quietly songs about this marvelous edge, about this eternal tundra. In short, all the “hockey”, I just don’t have enough maman pancakes, fried on the oil, but this is not a problem, because this fucking demobil will ever come and I will be very happy to vomit them and I get fun! So great that the place will be not enough for you, he will die envy in New York, the blacksmail right away! Mikola Peretkensky today serves in the army, and tomorrow my lyrics ..., well, then you know.

OK. For a date, we will hear once again, or maybe we will see you, this will be fun! Write letters to me, here is the address:

Castrovaria, military unit-\\-\\-\\-, Mikola Parnsky.