Текст песни Гапоненко Павел - Наколочка

All the brothers, I swear by my mother's head,
His beloved torso, turned into a hermitage
A well-known master scribes the needle year-round,
He creates with love a criminal shock.

On the breast note: - "I will not forget my mother's mother"
With a baby virgin, he is forever "child of prison"
- "Comrade Stalin" - this inscription is fatal
Brought under the heart of a friend with a distant kalymy

Chorus:
If you have a napkin
Since morning if under a pile
And the soul thievish
Look, do not bother.

Then cross someone, then a rose
Screech squeaks a needle
Tattoo
Sleeps on my chest

Bee-ruthless machine behind the back
Slides over the skin, inspired by the ball
Artist of the local untiring hand
A fashionable pencil was created courteously

Tattoos are not piercings, but dashing start is the trouble,
I will accept suffering, as in the past Prometheus.
Although the body of mortal rest emanated,
But you are in the glass a little bit more