Иван Будько - Про хлеб - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Birds are spinning on the current, like a dumb tissue to the authorities!

Birds of wheat crop are more interesting than people.

There is also oil, there is fat, just lovely a sandwich.

Only if there is no bread, how to put it in the mouth?

Oh, damn it, loaf, a twig of currants!

Yes, they burn with fire - all the reserves of the homeland.

There is no test or flour - we sit quietly.

And for everything we thank Mr. Gymkhov.

Nadia is sitting in the store, and on the shelves not shisha!

But all men know how Nadia is good.

I am not tight without work, I can sit here for days.

But to me, for evil friends, the guys became in line.

Oh, cupcake, baguette, wheat spikelets!

There is a benefit that there is no bread, I will arrange a personal life. Mendelsson will play! Shoes, the dress is white.

From me, the earthly bow personally for Burdelov.

At work, just boredom, from call to call! This flour ended when the flour ended.

The mouse hanged herself in a warehouse, cockroaches in a batik. Even the rats scattered from this titanium.

Oh bread-klobets, spikelets swing!

We stop there are rolls - the waist will appear.

We relax we beautifully and with a figure great

And for this we "thank you" say Kalmogorov.

For three hundred years, you need to live without re -cornation. To go through all the circles of the hell of the district administration. Because he is accurate ...

- What is happening here? - And we are here ... this .... - What are you here, this? - Well, this ... - The shooting was stopped!

Oh cream -brown - melting, crumbling!

Let everything be of a sweet life there!

Wake up, brother! Go out into the street.

Enough for us under the bureaucrat to bend and stoop.

Oh, rice, Falol - selected grains ... Oh, the servants of foreigners do not like their people.