Lyrics ВАНТУЗ - ВНУК

The place for revenge is chosen precisely
There is no reason to be urgently needed
Mike to turn a drunk philosopher
Moves crookedly
True worldly this swamp
Spasms torment the throat of hiccoughs
Would give good people a drink
If the merits remember the past
The phrase contagious turns spinning
Eyebrows on the beard sat and angry
I'll cut my heart out and spit it out.
Cries of pain do not express the truth
Hundreds of shots carved classics
The truth is more terrible than all your horror stories
And do not measure with empty glasses
Old people live with cockroaches

Strong fingers huge eggs
A goal and tasks worthy of a hare
Without words, everything is clear to him on the face
New things go scoundrel
Labor begins after sunset
Hourly payment accepted
Breasts shaggy butt shaved
Ladies ordered a bandit
Disappointed dances with paid caresses
Gloss on faces becomes masks
Liters of champagne seem like rivers
Fools dance and clap their eyelids
Long orgasm is finally received
Only the end of the stripper is exhausted
And in a year there will be no children
They all drowned in the toilet

Glad the old man unexpected meeting
Suddenly says good evening
And gently touching the hands
Immediately learned his dear grandson
And not blushing to the sound of hiccups
All told about the work loads
Very tired because there is no power
Grandfather helped me with money
Many thanks a lot do not need
All take me was given a reward
Kind people too happen
Only they do not know about it
What kind of work is not a secret
I'm a pyrotechik for a rocket explosion
And why you can not sleep in the middle of the night
I went to the temple and grandson prayed

What will happen in a year
We will never know
And exactly the opposite
Everything will be in a year