Lyrics Скороход feat. Сборная Камызякского края по КВН - Неинтересные Истории
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Два ноль один два-это прошлый год,
Два ноль один три-это следующий год,ой,то есть новый.
А это новый трек,ой,то есть,новая песня.
Здесь камызякские псы и Скороход-вместе.
Согласен,долгое начало,согласен.
Неинтересное даже немножечко,
Ну так оно нам надо-неинтересное начало
Ае
Мы начинаем фестиваль неинтересных историй,
Мы открываем фестиваль неинтересных историй,
Раньше все стеснялись неинтересных историй,
Так мы открыли фестиваль неинтересных историй.
И если ты ходячий сборник подобных историй,
Помни,мы твоя аудитория,мы твоя аудитория,помни.
Давай свою неинтересную историю,брат.
А он родился в Камызяке,правда,не в самом,
Голубоглазый парень по имени Антон,
В коричневых ботинках и в куртке дутой;
Помню,припрется в школу,поникший и понурый,
Ведь у него не получалось писать цифру 3,
Вот хоть убей,не получалось писать цифру 3!
Да ну,не получалось писать цифру 3?
Да,прикинь?
Господи,ну че там дальше?Не томи!
Но время движется неумолимо,
И он над цифрой три сидит ночами длинными.
Старается,за письменным столом пыхтит,выводит,
Ложится спать,когда мама на работу выходит.
И вот,однажды,за стремление,характер стойкий,
Ему учительница поставила,прикиньте,тройку!
Да нууу?
Красивую тройку!
Мы продолжаем фестиваль неинтересных историй,
Мы начинаем фестиваль неинтересных историй,
Раньше все стеснялись неинтересных историй,
Так мы открыли фестиваль неинтересных историй.
Таких историй очень много,у тебя они есть,
Наверняка,их рассказывал тебе таксист или тесть,
Попутчик в поезде,не очень нужный друг.
? в палас,мы ждем вас!
Ты починил дома стул,давай к нам в клуб!
История,как ты споткнулась и не упала,
Так этим непременно с нами поделиться надо!
А если все же упала,только рука грязная,
То все равно давай к нам с такой историей классной,такой историей классной
Ух,ты!Рука грязная!
Классная история!
Развязались шнурки
Лепил снеговики,
Как заплывал за буйки,
Как мыл яблоки,
Как тормозные колодки стерлись,
Как ты испачкал футболку,ходил топлес
Как на забор ты залез,потом резко слез,
Спрыгнул,потом палкой лягушку тыкнул,
Потом как долго нес тыкву,
К перестановке в комнате легко привыкли
(было такое)
Как в ручке кончилась паста и ты писал контрольную красной,
Как перепутал Касту с Бастой,
Яйца красил на Пасху,
Как выходил ты из ЗАГСа,
Как тяжело бегать в ластах,
Ты рассказывал,рассказывал,рассказывал.
Дружище,не стесняйся-приди и расскажи!
Это вообще неинтересно,
Но это тоже жизнь.
Но интерестинг лайф.
Неинтересная жизнь.
Но интерестинг лайф.
Ае
Мы начинаем фестиваль неинтересных историй,
Раньше все стеснялись неинтересных историй,
Так мы открыли фестиваль неинтересных историй.
Если ты ходячий сборник подобных историй,
Мы твоя аудитория,помни!(х2)
Клянусь,смеяться не будем,мы тоже люди
Мы начинаем фестиваль неинтересных историй,
Раньше все стеснялись неинтересных историй,
Так мы открыли фестиваль неинтересных историй.
И будь моя воля,я б все перемотал,
Чтоб неинтересные истории пересмотреть в деталях,
Тщательно,сначала.
Каждую мелочь.
(Так надо).
Вы спросите,где же Скороход?
Дело в том,что просто он в Киеве живет,
И,как бы,у нас не совсем получается писать вместе все вот эти вот песни.
Ведь при встрече обязательно мы все ему передадим.
Вот,видите,вам тоже это все неинтересно
Ае,Камызяк,ае
трууунь
Two zero one two is last year,
Two zero one three is next year, oh, that is new.
And this is a new track, oh, that is, a new song.
Here are Kamyzyak dogs and Skorohod-together.
I agree, a long start, I agree.
Uninteresting even a little bit,
Well, so we need it, an uninteresting beginning
Aye
We are starting a festival of uninteresting stories,
We are opening a festival of uninteresting stories,
Before, everyone was shy about uninteresting stories,
So we opened the festival of uninteresting stories.
And if you're a walking compilation of similar stories,
Remember, we are your audience, we are your audience, remember.
Come on your uninteresting story, brother.
And he was born in Kamyzyak, though not in himself,
A blue-eyed guy named Anton,
In brown boots and in a puffy jacket;
I remember, I’ll crawl to school, drooping and dull,
After all, he could not write the number 3,
But at least kill, it did not work to write the number 3!
Oh well, couldn’t write the number 3?
Yes, count up?
Lord, what’s next? Don’t languish!
But time moves inexorably
And he sits over the number three long nights.
Tries, puffs at a desk, deduces,
She goes to bed when mom goes to work.
And now, once, for the aspiration, the character is persistent,
The teacher put him, estimate, a three!
Yes nuuu?
Beautiful three!
We continue the festival of uninteresting stories,
We are starting a festival of uninteresting stories,
Before, everyone was shy about uninteresting stories,
So we opened the festival of uninteresting stories.
There are a lot of such stories, you have them,
Surely a taxi driver or father-in-law told you them,
A companion on the train, not a very necessary friend.
? to the palace, we are waiting for you!
You fixed a chair at home, come to our club!
The story of how you stumbled and didn't fall
So you must share this with us!
And if you still fell, only your hand is dirty,
Anyway, come to us with such a cool story, such a cool story
Wow, your hand is dirty!
Cool story!
The shoelaces are loose
Sculpted the snowmen
Like swimming for buoys
How to wash apples
How the brake pads worn off
How did you get your t-shirt dirty, topless went
As you climbed the fence, then sharply cried
I jumped, then I stuck a frog with a stick,
Then how long was the pumpkin
They are easily accustomed to the rearrangement in the room.
(it was so)
How the paste ended in the pen and you wrote the control red
How Casta mixed up with Basta,
I painted eggs for Easter
How did you get out of the registry office?
How hard it is to run in flippers
You told, told, told.
Man, don’t be shy, come and tell me!
It’s not at all interesting
But this is also life.
But interesting life.
Uninteresting life.
But interesting life.
Aye
We are starting a festival of uninteresting stories,
Before, everyone was shy about uninteresting stories,
So we opened the festival of uninteresting stories.
If you're a walking compilation of similar stories,
We are your audience, remember! (X2)
I swear we won’t laugh, we are people too
We are starting a festival of uninteresting stories,
Before, everyone was shy about uninteresting stories,
So we opened the festival of uninteresting stories.
And if it were my will, I'd rewind everything
To uninteresting stories to review in detail,
Carefully, first.
Every little thing.
(That's right).
You ask, where is Skorokhod?
The fact is that he just lives in Kiev,
And, as it were, we are not quite able to write all these songs here together.
After all, at a meeting we are sure to give everything to him.
Now, you see, you are also not interested in this.
Aye, Kamyzyak, aye
trouwun
Two zero one three is next year, oh, that is new.
And this is a new track, oh, that is, a new song.
Here are Kamyzyak dogs and Skorohod-together.
I agree, a long start, I agree.
Uninteresting even a little bit,
Well, so we need it, an uninteresting beginning
Aye
We are starting a festival of uninteresting stories,
We are opening a festival of uninteresting stories,
Before, everyone was shy about uninteresting stories,
So we opened the festival of uninteresting stories.
And if you're a walking compilation of similar stories,
Remember, we are your audience, we are your audience, remember.
Come on your uninteresting story, brother.
And he was born in Kamyzyak, though not in himself,
A blue-eyed guy named Anton,
In brown boots and in a puffy jacket;
I remember, I’ll crawl to school, drooping and dull,
After all, he could not write the number 3,
But at least kill, it did not work to write the number 3!
Oh well, couldn’t write the number 3?
Yes, count up?
Lord, what’s next? Don’t languish!
But time moves inexorably
And he sits over the number three long nights.
Tries, puffs at a desk, deduces,
She goes to bed when mom goes to work.
And now, once, for the aspiration, the character is persistent,
The teacher put him, estimate, a three!
Yes nuuu?
Beautiful three!
We continue the festival of uninteresting stories,
We are starting a festival of uninteresting stories,
Before, everyone was shy about uninteresting stories,
So we opened the festival of uninteresting stories.
There are a lot of such stories, you have them,
Surely a taxi driver or father-in-law told you them,
A companion on the train, not a very necessary friend.
? to the palace, we are waiting for you!
You fixed a chair at home, come to our club!
The story of how you stumbled and didn't fall
So you must share this with us!
And if you still fell, only your hand is dirty,
Anyway, come to us with such a cool story, such a cool story
Wow, your hand is dirty!
Cool story!
The shoelaces are loose
Sculpted the snowmen
Like swimming for buoys
How to wash apples
How the brake pads worn off
How did you get your t-shirt dirty, topless went
As you climbed the fence, then sharply cried
I jumped, then I stuck a frog with a stick,
Then how long was the pumpkin
They are easily accustomed to the rearrangement in the room.
(it was so)
How the paste ended in the pen and you wrote the control red
How Casta mixed up with Basta,
I painted eggs for Easter
How did you get out of the registry office?
How hard it is to run in flippers
You told, told, told.
Man, don’t be shy, come and tell me!
It’s not at all interesting
But this is also life.
But interesting life.
Uninteresting life.
But interesting life.
Aye
We are starting a festival of uninteresting stories,
Before, everyone was shy about uninteresting stories,
So we opened the festival of uninteresting stories.
If you're a walking compilation of similar stories,
We are your audience, remember! (X2)
I swear we won’t laugh, we are people too
We are starting a festival of uninteresting stories,
Before, everyone was shy about uninteresting stories,
So we opened the festival of uninteresting stories.
And if it were my will, I'd rewind everything
To uninteresting stories to review in detail,
Carefully, first.
Every little thing.
(That's right).
You ask, where is Skorokhod?
The fact is that he just lives in Kiev,
And, as it were, we are not quite able to write all these songs here together.
After all, at a meeting we are sure to give everything to him.
Now, you see, you are also not interested in this.
Aye, Kamyzyak, aye
trouwun