Дмитрий Гайдук - Киндер-сюрприз - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I got up in the morning, I look - everything is nishtyak. The sun is shining, the birds sing. Spring, in short. Or summer? Or spring? Well, certainly not winter. And then thank God. In short, I got up in the morning, and went to the balcony to smoke.

I lit a cigarette - and she whistles like a kettle with a whistle. He listened to her listened - he took out to listen to her, threw her off the balcony. So it rises higher and flies to Africa. And the rest of the bulls behind her, lined up with a wedge.

Oh, you think, yo-mine. Again, the kinder-surprise begins. To lie down, to sleep, maybe it will let it go. I go back into the hut, and then Michael comes up to me and says: Hello! Do you have a kinder surprime again? I ask him: how did you guess? And he replies: and because you are hanging out without pants today. I look: And I really without pants. In some underpants. And the people around go and does not pay attention. Probably just summer.

In short, we went to the "bun", took coffee. I somehow hovered the blind man, I look: coffee, "buking", Sumskaya street - all such a native, familiar, relaxing ... cops are trading with pies ... And then five machine gunners go into the "bun" and how everyone around will start around with Hrack machine guns!

Okay, I think. I go to the floor. And I also think, why did I want to do it. Yeah, sleep. Only hell will you fall asleep here: Yegor is attached, and yells in both ears: continuous suicide for me-ha! Continuous suicide! For me ah! Well, loaded. So I get up abruptly and tell him: listen, dude, but get rid of you from your raspberry girl. And then I only hear Ga-ha-ha! I look, and there the full hall gathered, no less than five hundred people, and everything is breaking with me. Well, I immediately showed them the tongue, then the fact poked, then I lowered my panties in front. Such laughter went, some even burst in the hall there in the hall, Liver minced meat from them climbed, the meat processing plant in the air was planted. And then the meat processing plant itself drives up. Not, I think, in FIG, in FIG - and quietly slide from the stage into the orchestral pit.

And the pit is good, warm. There are no musicians, a lone violinist sits and masturbates concentrated. I saw me, perked up. Listen, he says, guy, but let's make each other in their way-after all, it is somehow more fun together. I don’t see here, I say nothing so funny. And he does not let him in. Then he says, you know what, let's satisfy you orally. Wow, I say, will it not break your mouth? I have a genital organ in a state of erection reaches ten centimeters in diameter (in, how I cut all the Matyuki!). Then my violinist sits between the chairs, covers his head with his hands and begins to once whine: you drive! Drive! Drive! I tell him: well, calm down, a man, of course, I drive, there are no such genitals in nature. And suddenly I feel, he began to swell with me. So, I think, you need to urgently get distracted somewhere, or even in fact it will swell up to ten centimeters, and what to do with it later.

I look out of the pit - nothing around is visible. I raise my head - and there are clouds, and behind the clouds of Sumskaya street from a bird's eye view. Well, I think it's fine. So I'm already in paradise. Now you can sleep. And only I shook the Slonets, when I suddenly hear: and who else was lying here?! I open my eyes, look - God. In kind, it does not look at itself at all, but it is immediately clear that God. Here, - I tell him, - then I sleep here a little. And he in response to me how he will charge his foot under the ass; And while I am flying down the clouds down, such a voice behind Thunder: I found, damn it, where to sleep !!!

I am flying this, therefore, I am flying, I have already forgotten where I am flying, why I am flying - but still treat myself and fly. Well, I think you have to buy Pirozhkov on the road, at least I have breakfast, what difference does it make, to fly anyway. I take from my pocket a jumen of the scrapers and two seven -dollar bills. And here is the cop, he sells pies. I go up to him, I meet. It turns out that his dude is planned from Dnepropetrovsk. “Listen,” he says, “and don’t know where to get a bit here? Otherwise I don’t know anyone from the local party in kind.” Well, I felt sorry for the dude, I wanted to tell him a couple of addresses correctly, and then I think: Stop! He is a cop! What difference does he sell pies. Cop, in kind ...