Текст песни Коммунизм - Козёл

You cut off the goat's head
And in the interior, without spoiling the skins, climb,
To the knife and fingers deftly removed
Up to one - all the bones that are in it!
Now here is a sack in a goatskin,
Only meat, nothing more!
Wild onions, garlic, which is in kind,
Black pepper - all come on it!
Well, as it goes without saying,
The ribs for fun put back in.
And while you are busy with this business,
And the events of the chain are quite clear,
At the stake, what you spread in advance,
The stones were red hot,
So grab them and hit the right ones
In meat, in a bow throw, still take,
So that the goat, as ancestors bequeathed,
I was fried first from the inside!
Wool is now easily lagging behind -
Rvy her like grass from the ground!
At the stake, until he is ready,
On both sides now the goats have fallen!
And bring to the table friends and guest,
Knife give, let him cut the guest
Let the steppe hot hot bold sharp
The smell of radiance rose
Wait for guests to prepare your own spicy dinner
But do not you dare to fry so a ram
Our bones will withstand the sides
If a small goat kills a bull
If a small goat kills a bull
If the goat is small, crash the bull ....