Yung Дрын - Мистер Дудец - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Mr. Dudets Play on my grave,

Life is this fucked with me, fucking, planted,

As you know, cattle does not fly, where their wings

digger digging pit, schoolboy klyanchit again style,

This is their bottle and they are sitting on it,

They look at the sky see the eternal Kolovrat,

Get up brothers in a row, vodka poured on the ground,

And who will not blame in the news,

there are only Pokemon and Putin echelons,

Foreman remember - no one we, without fanfork

keep him in the shower and be always worth it

Tell me thanks mom she wrapped his wagon,

The son of the Son does not put, but dreams of a hug,

to turn the poison and forget all the faces near

as they zaebali, I'm lying in the coffin in Balaklava

And I will go to His Walchalla, I will rest with the gods, well, while while the lively catch my message, Mr. Dutz Play me, Mr. Dudetz Play me