Текст песни Bambula-Bee - Пуцка

A day in the village
The tractor is humming
Yula from Oksanov is rowing hay in the field
I'm in a mound
Guy that guerrilla
I sit and pose for those wives pud tar
There is such a jungle
There are such things
I saw a cat dripping saliva
Between the legs
Something solid is rising
What is it called, what is it called, how is it, how is it like?

Chorus:
And that is a puck!
Puck!
Puck grows at your feet
You have a cat, you are a man

A day in the village
The sun is burning
The innkeeper and I are drinking beer in a tavern
The first glasses
There is water
That's a liter of beer for men, no problem
Again somewhere in the evening
Three barrels are empty
Somewhere all the liters of rumble in my stomach
But there is a body that will not save
What is it called, what is it called, how is it, how is it like?

You hear the sky
You hear no
You wear in the ghats that God did not give to that wife
You cut it
Don't be offended
Do not wash it regularly in a dirty oven
Because you make a cat angry
You will not save
If you become autonomous, you will not do anything, you will not kill him
There's your friend
My best friend
What is it called, what is it called, how is it, how is it like?