Текст песни 3 - Сантехник Фёдор

It was recently,
 Wounds are fresh ...
He entered my house
As a plumber,
And left the enemy!
Cranes are repairing somewhere,
Wait, the vendetta is coming!

      This stupid drama
      Not survive
      I sleg with a migraine.
      Oh, plumber!
      What attracted her?
      What tools
      You managed to pick up ?!

                   Plumber Fedor,
                   Plumber Fedor,
                   Plumber Fedor -
                   Oiled Playboy!
                   Plumber Fedor
                   Playful and cheerful!
                   Plumber Fedor
                   Twisted with my wife!

It was ridiculous
As if delirious
Words can not find!
Like a lunatic
Day and night I go.
Of spiritual cracks
The pain of the fountain gushing.

     Passion will be ashes
     In hot hell ...
     Break out and die -
     Bright candy!
     I know in advance
     Everything that comes next:
     A sea of ​​lies and falsehood!

                   Plumber Fedor,
                   Plumber Fedor,
                   Plumber Fedor -
                   Oiled Playboy!
                   Plumber Fedor
                   Playful and cheerful!
                   Plumber Fedor
                   Twist ready with any!
 
When my husband left for the service in the morning,
His wife decided to take a shower.
Broken mixer,
"What to do? Save! ”
And silence pierced the doorbell,
 She saw him in the peephole,
So strong, mighty,
Happy, vigorous!
And the look is voluptuous ...
“I am a plumber, hello!
And easier - the dirty affairs of the master! "

 I will find his address
 Wherever he lives
Master Lovelace.
Oh, plumber!
Revenge close to the hour:
Life goes in a circle
Stake your spouse!

Plumber Fedor,
Plumber Fedor,
Plumber Fedor -
Oiled honor!
Builder Peter,
Electric Dieter,
Gardener Edward ...
In the world they do not count!

Pipes, pipes, cranes, cranes
I lick my wounds ...

(the author of music and words: Harry Polish)