Текст песни Михаил Круг - После 3 ходки

After the third walk, here's the trouble,
I became nervous and not for years,
All kitsch, shiznjakam yes knocked out horns to bulls,
Yes Magadan fork on shniftam.

Kicha, BUR - what are the homies !!
Shlenka, shkonka, tea, wheels sha,
At home, the bedbug was rubbed in the doorway of Andryusha
Come in. You did not stop us.

What is there, chick-tweet on ponts ?!
Larva is my koresh and, behold,
Do not croak paskuda mouth I know I have all your suit,
He will come to the stall and the shkonka.

But stood up for her dandy,
Andryusha sniffed - "You're a goat!"
They say pokotsany strokes, you can not live without a crutch,
Yes, the shoal was driven by the shameful wolf.

I zinc fuels in a goldfinch,
To us on a fender puts it prikol,
They say we'll fly to the peak, but a spindle of his bench press,
Itself is not happy that I came.

Our are, sorry, but you are not,
To me mayo pah, not authority,
So he said Andrew's grindstone and sealed it in his ear,
It was formed like a bicycle.

Yes! Pedals quickly he twisted,
But an hour later he preempted, EH
With him, what a bull is a collective farm, a kemel on one side, a cigarette-
He says that drunya treated.

I have not seen such nahals,
Then Andryukha spat on the floor, stood up
Kulachische Andryushki did not slip into the reel,
Dryun did not allow lawlessness.

The bull certainly made a swift,
In the mufflers made a sycatch,
He climbed into the rotisserie without soap, so he turned into a press,
If you have the right to rock!