Lyrics Красная плесень - Частушки

Little boy lying on hay
The stars considered a small pen
A lot of expensive ahead
If only to remove the braid from the chest

Little Vova idleness suffered
He throws a heavy ax into the sky
Mother wore flowers on the grave
For the past year as the moron was not

One, two, three and five
We'll chitus you hum
Three, two and again times
Happiness neighbor shit in the mattress

I heard an explosion in the supermarket
How long will now break
Where there used to be mustard
Ass to top is saleswoman

Girl anya train was waiting
To hear him lay down on the rails
But there was a deaf person since birth
Roman wrote about this Tolstoy

One, two, three and five
We'll chitus you hum
Three, two and again times
Happiness neighbor shit in the mattress