Lyrics Лесоповал - Мама-улица
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Мама - улица Исп.: группа Лесоповал
Не умею с девушкой я дымить цитатами,
Даже сказок Пушкина я не дочитал -
Приговоры нашими были аттестатами,
В общем, прокурор меня плохо воспитал!
Вот и покатились мы колобком - колёсиком,
Было родной мамочке нас не удержать -
По статьям прицепленным, по таёжным просекам
С мыслью недозволенной, как бы убежать...
Припев:
А вы же знаете,
А вы же умница,
Что неродные мы стране родной...
И дом наш улица
И мама - улица,
И папа тоже двор наш проходной...
Но за всё отсижено и за всё оплачено,
И забыл я прошлое, жизнь переменя,
И живу по совести и гляжу обиженно,
Если кто обиженно смотрит на меня!
Припев:
А вы же знаете,
А вы же умница,
Что неродные мы стране родной...
И дом наш улица
И мама - улица,
И папа тоже двор наш проходной..
Mother - Isp Street: Lesopoval group
I don't know how to smoke quotes with a girl
I have not even read Pushkin's fairy tales -
Our sentences were passports
In general, the prosecutor brought me up badly!
So we rolled kolobok - wheel,
It was my mother's mother did not hold us -
According to the articles attached, along taiga glades
With an illicit thought, how to escape ...
Chorus:
And you know
And you are a clever
What non-native country is our native ...
And the house is our street
And mom is a street
And dad is also our courtyard yard ...
But for all otitsheno and paid for everything,
And I forgot the past, life changing,
And I live according to my conscience and look offended,
If someone offended looks at me!
Chorus:
And you know
And you are a clever
What non-native country is our native ...
And the house is our street
And mom is a street
And dad is also our courtyard yard ..
I don't know how to smoke quotes with a girl
I have not even read Pushkin's fairy tales -
Our sentences were passports
In general, the prosecutor brought me up badly!
So we rolled kolobok - wheel,
It was my mother's mother did not hold us -
According to the articles attached, along taiga glades
With an illicit thought, how to escape ...
Chorus:
And you know
And you are a clever
What non-native country is our native ...
And the house is our street
And mom is a street
And dad is also our courtyard yard ...
But for all otitsheno and paid for everything,
And I forgot the past, life changing,
And I live according to my conscience and look offended,
If someone offended looks at me!
Chorus:
And you know
And you are a clever
What non-native country is our native ...
And the house is our street
And mom is a street
And dad is also our courtyard yard ..