Lyrics Симферополь - Поселок под подошвой

Verse 1:

Is it a crane, whether vodka flows, hatchet on his shoulder,
Pain inside - there is not lecho, rather rotten zucchini.
How much more digging? The sun of the face bakes us,
You see, we do not work for a name and honor.

But we believe the lucky seed, sow seeds, wait,
In vegetables vitamins are useful, families need to be fed,
Schemes of the same type, all now mow,
They will, because the hay waits, when the summer period has come.

And do not you dare turn your nose, rural pictures:
We used to bring manure to grow faster.
I would have enslaved everyone, but all the time in the toilet,
I wash off these thoughts, the fact that landless is disgusting.

Gather the court, but the lords are not judged,
There was an Internet - we were the first to get out in people,
Their laws, I put on you a servant five times,
After all, we call this behavior deviant.

Chorus:

All my rap, if only briefly about what,
Oh, which year I have a village under the sole,
You can milk your cow when sick,
I'm not that rustic, but a village under the sole.

The village under the sole, the village under the sole,
Tomatoes, bevel and potatoes,
Old shorts and frayed boots,
Maybe later in the city, but so far the village under the sole.

Verse 2:

Past poplars and ripe field bread,
Where is the ghost of Lenin and the spirit of the heroes,
Right from the dacha I see the earth, I see the sky above it,
We will overcome everything if there is tobacco and port wine.

Our land, apples there are juicy always,
Chickens, pigs and cows have become more than a family,
The bomb at night was composing, that there were pisses,
But then again, the daughter worked again.

The city is empty, though with every second one get acquainted,
Spit precisely on all your impulses and disorders,
Hey, and by the way here is not sanctions, believe me, people have become harder to live,
They put it like a horse harness.

Podustal - we do not care, Stalin is straight as a standard,
We need to dig up the beds, pick up shovels,
Get up early in the morning, spit on age,
Komnyagi, it's time - the earth is waiting.

Chorus:

All my rap, if only briefly about what,
Oh, which year I have a village under the sole,
You can milk your cow when sick,
I'm not that rustic, but a village under the sole.

The village under the sole, the village under the sole,
Tomatoes, bevel and potatoes,
Old shorts and frayed boots,
Maybe later in the city, but so far the village under the sole.

Verse 3:

Give silenok, here can not dig all,
Of course, but there is a settlement,
And there we are today waiting for, whiner, do not be feminine,
Our forks are sharp and precise, like a blade.

Again his face fell asleep, again rising before dawn,
The firewood is over, then again the ax is behind the back,
Blood, plasters, forty kilograms of firewood hastily,
The rain, overcast, made us warm immediately.

Almost manually we dug up every meter,
We do not need a tractor, there are not any souls in it,
At work would be faster, a pancake, a poster on the wall,
But on it in the role of the idol Melikhov portrait.

We will grow flowers, yes even we will make a pot,
You ask how are you? Everything is always extremely good,
Previously they said: "I would not go with him in intelligence"
I would not take you on the field, you did not pass the test.

Chorus:

All my rap, if only briefly about what,
Oh, which year I have a village under the sole,
You can milk your cow when sick,
I'm not that rustic, but a village under the sole.

The village under the sole, the village under the sole,
Tomatoes, bevel and potatoes,
Old shorts and frayed boots,
Maybe later in the city, but so far the village under the sole.