Текст песни Павел Кортунов - В гостях у сказки

Oh, eighteen exactly in-point.
I escaped from the office away
To the flocks of water and fairies,
Where is the "Pour!"

I was a solid man,
But the crash happened,
Grezil in brightness of the world
In the body of King Lira.

And the earth became flat,
After all, I treated with a cigarette,
Aboriginal Gene
In beer carfagen.

I graduated from two universities,
Not for such a confusion
To walk around the area
And wink OMON.

The house is waiting for Zhanna's wife,
And the daughter of Snezhana.
Just don't know the girls,
What I look like a primate.

And the bartender pouring regularly,
And for a long time not compote
Burn the cutlet,
Do not weaken a piece of parquet.

Mug behind a mug of cross,
Wine glasses for a native wineglass
Toast to the toast
From the Kremlin initiatives.

Nearby all people,
Or yesterday more people.
But with such a face
We will inspire the country.

Shly, circus signals,
Fucking cracked the Astral
Either for us artists
Either the pharaohs of the speechists.

Present, brother, document!
That's all the argument.
Well, the fact that Az Yesh God,
Get a baton in the side.

It's in full swing fun
Then we all sat down
And signing the protocols
They remembered all the verbs.

With us there was one guru,
Only Bermuda is wearing.
But, between us, not LSU,
He was Dean Luge.

With him another koreh,
Straight say Voronezh.
Became the scaling to the morning
A whole associate professor MSU.

In the corner there was a student
It was emphasized,
And that was not good,
Snowden, agent CIA.

Spying behind him a peasant,
His deputy icon
Shone on a T-shirt about the Crimea,
Out of our ancient Rome.

Stalin smoked at his chest
Workers, what a pond of a pride.
Tattoo his obviously pride,
Hides a slave submission.

And Slut Aglaya Petrovna,
Held pretty uneven.
Thought strictly about
What is Newton Binin.

Fortunately, engaged in dawn,
And from the monastery,
You can go home,
True, there you are expensive.

I buy my wife I am colors,
Only on it is ready.
If forgive me
I will aggravate wine!

No, I carry!
I'm just adding
And for all sore,
From what I am ashamed.
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I remember that I am an engineer
The current ampere Lucifer.
In Skolkovo know me
Yes, just do not know where I am.

Sad to your Mercedes,
And take me to the gas station
Where they will fill in
WHAT "ROSNEFT" OMO.

I lick then I pedal,
And caring right in the distance
Sun is inertia.
Yes, emotions of the corrosive.

After all, all night an empty stomach,
I spent under cognac,
And now it would be time
Porridge from the ax.

I left the stupor
And wish everyone good
Rushed to the place of
Where I looked about foma.

Oh, I miss work,
Ah, how to be I do not know.
I will enter the office,
And Pamela blowjob me!

We are familiar with Pelo
From the time of more diplomas.
Anderson Nagya poster,
Spindle our whole staff.

However, on the clock the time
When profile burden,
Expired and again run
As if a miracle kangaroo.

Angel, my keeper,
That, save the outstrokeeper,
Where I got these strength
As if you were intervened.

So I did not have enough
So naturally polished
What will be my charm,
Memory about the light of the night ...

Strange light, add,
Dance does not refund him.
Fireless caress
Here, visiting a fairy tale.

© Pavel Kortunov