Текст песни Гр.Об. - Вершки и корешки

Am C H Em

The moon is like a turnip, and the stars are beans.
Thank you milf for bread and for salt
Soul root, and the body of the tops
Fun time comes the brotherhood

Spring rain watered the deli
Musician Selivanov wore a scarf
No one knew what would be funny
Nobody knew that everyone would be so funny

A little boy found a machine gun
It so happened that he no longer lives
In the kitchen, he smeared butter on a piece
Chewed, washed and set the temple

And while he ate and drank from a glass
Poet Balshlachov fell down, was killed from the window
Ooh-yo, the trap worked
One more animal was devoted to our hands

The world awoke from a heavy sleep
And then came a great spring
Under the weight of the bodies, the bed moaned
This fun is just fucking your mother up

From my pen I broke the cap
On the way to the meeting was a dead peasant
Breakfast, dinner and dinner
The peasant is dead and we are not there yet

The moon is like turnips, and the beans are stars
Thank you milf for bread and for salt
Cheerful time comes friends
Oy-yo, there's nowhere more fun, oh-yo is more fun
Oy-yo, there's nowhere more fun, oh-yo is more fun