Lyrics Тимур Шаов - Мы поедем на природу

We will go on nature
To the land of unafraid cows,
Unhealthy freaks,
Victims of dirty cities.
How to treat yourself, crippled,
It is necessary only for a day
Just put your face in the river
And breathe through the navel.

We are shopkeepers, artisans,
Businessmen, doctors,
Raznochintsy removed
God prank, frara,
We are lovers of vice,
We are the containers of sin
Well we want to fall to the roots,
And not just zabukhat!

We need to weed,
We need a little forest
Touch the bristle,
Smell the flower.
By a little roach - Eh! -
Yes, in the river chukhni, - Wow! -
Otherwise wither,
Otherwise rotten
Otherwise - cranes.

We will leave in a hurry
Our evil cities.
There are talkative politicians
Obese herds roam.
There we have a dollar of life teaches,
There in the Kremlin, the Father does not sleep,
There Dorenko monotonous
It tiresomely rattles.

Somewhere dividend,
And at our campfire
The intellectuals are sitting in a circle
The girls dance until the morning.
And dermatologist,
Hugging with the young princess,
Give her shots
Himself cheerful and intoxicated.

We need the river,
Close to the water,
In the middle of nowhere,
Where heavenly birds.
Mermaids crazy
In the arms will strangle
And we, the old farthers,
Cheer up, listen!

That adenoma, then gout -
Passed infant agility!
Oh give, give us a viagra,
We will be able to redeem our shame.

In nature, even sober,
Suddenly you want to fly,
Love everyone like Mother Teresa,
Money beggar to serve.
Barefoot walking around the meadow
Your friend will suddenly say:
"Well, Laertes, we will forgive each other,
Though you owe me ten. "

There we will come out of the den
The swearing old man:
Whether the fawn is goat-footed,
Whether drunk forester.
Unicorns trumpeting there
There live forest gods,
There are no taxes paid
And just grilled kebabs.

We would need to grove
We would need to comin
Where life is simpler
A greener thicker
Pet the little animal
Climb on the pine
And sleep on the edge,
Like three little pigs,
Otherwise - cranes.

And calm will come.
Above the ground dark dark
Like the world of creation
Not yet complete.
The sky will give us a star
On the fly we catch it,
And then - cynically cook
And we eat and shine.

We need somewhere,
Where is quiet and clean
Where did not go
Tourist shoes.
Arrange a fiesta
In the unencumbered paradise.
So where is this place?
"Green Peaсe" knows it!