Зиннур - кем пацан, кем черт - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Cute Zinnur. I was got for a long time, listened to gloomy music, walked around the cemeteries, cut Vienna and hung on the crosses. I fucked on the graves of gothic whores and drank cheap boat. Such a lifestyle led to the fact that friends were turned away, parents, I got sick with trypper and syphilis, I was excited from the church and shook anally. I did not know what to do, I did not see the exit from this situation and eventually decided to commit suicide. Taking the rope, I wound it on the chandelier and climbed into the loop.

At that moment when the stool flew out of me from under my feet, from the apartment of the neighbors of Gopniki, the wonderful sounds of the accordion and a little hoarse baritone served "Annlam Shul Haser Keminen who is Ikekeen!" And at that moment the rope was cut off! I fell on the floor, hit my head about the statue of Merlin Mensson and lost consciousness. When I woke up, I am prose! I realized that life makes sense! I started listening to Chanson, I bought myself Abibos, ripped my hair. In general, became a normal person. I was doing a real thing, worked out Mobils, Schemil Lochov, walked on a similarity with normal boys. And all this time I was accompanied by your wonderful music, Zinnur! Now I confidently go to success, opened my stall. Thanks to you, I finally understood who the boy, and by whom Chort! Thank you, Zinnur, and success in life and work!