Текст песни Бутырка - Кочегарка

I was the owner yelled tackle
"Come on, throw firewood in the boiler room!"
And on the street frost for thirty!
Do not suit me there, in the stoker, uh.

Chorus:
Black smoke, black smoke, from the chimney so knocks
With a free wind will fly over the taiga will melt,
Black smoke, black smoke in a black jacket
Well, I’m at my number, in “BUR”, open the doors
I’m at my number, in the Boer, open the doors.

Losing

In, in nature, I got in neponyatku
Fists on the table, knocking, waving a folder
"They say that you will not be rotten in the ShIZO, you will not see!
Mother you native, in damn Fini-and-and-and-ish! "

Chorus:
Black smoke, black smoke, from the chimney so knocks
With a free wind will fly over the taiga will melt,
Black smoke, black smoke in a black jacket
Well, I’m at my number in BUR, open the doors
Well I’m at my number in "The Boer", open the doors.

Losing
Chorus:
Black smoke, black smoke, from the chimney so knocks
With a free wind will fly over the taiga will melt,
Black smoke, black smoke in a black jacket
Well, I’m at my number, in “BUR”, open the doors
I’m at my number, in the Boer, open the doors.

Losing