Lyrics Фліт - Рілля в ілюмінаторі

Arable in a porthole, a field in a porthole
The arable land in my porthole is mine
We will plow it, we will plow it
We will plow it to the end
My pants are in the fuel oil, my pants are in the fuel oil
And the woman will cover the mother
And I stand angry, and I stand angry
And the dream of vodka with cucumber

Refrain:
And we do not dream of the roar of "Belarus"
No irrigation, sowing fields
And dream of our vodka Babi Dusi
Cucumber appetizer and wings

We fly orbits, arable land unbroken
Because we have acres of profit
And tomorrow is the day off, I will give my son horses
And with the woman quarrel, as always
Feed the cattle, repair the moped
And with a fisherman's godfather I wave
And there, in the fragile silence, I fry the fat on the fire
On the mints white whiteness

Refrain