Lyrics Guf - Зима, холодно, люди замерзают и снег дву видов выпадает

Local children love to play in the snow
Many people already know how to sculpt a snowman
The bad guys with mustaches rod bags
Generously sprinkle the world weakest
Winter, cold, people freeze
Snow, two types of drops
Capital enters the double blizzard
Brings one to the north,
Second we brought from the south
One snow gives us the sky ,
Second driven Santas , Tajiks and negros
With gifts , in the depths of their stomachs
Or large vans with the latest crop of fruit
Here is the product packaging ,
Preparation of the product , to the Moscow Mutko
This is facilitated by straps on gray jackets
Securing snow routes
I saw snow, last summer
Almost forgot about it, just give rise to thoughts couplets
And I hardly can be called a
I'm just on this , two years killed somewhere sneakers

Gifts waiting for all girls, boys
Caps , heads , angry Khachik
Sacred springs , red hats
Bolnichki , oh Momma

A summer and autumn all like as if hushed
These are all cast , kind of like those would not be seen
Fun to watch , start to come out again
Slept afraid , but not particularly shy
For interest , decided to break the other day,
All exactly five seconds , drop dead , in the rocks
Here is preferable to remain a spectator
It does not stop , I remember about their parents
What do they just have not seen
Disappeared from the apartment stereo , video
Gold , telephones , toasters, coffee makers
And silverware and leather, even when it's hot
Arbat package grandmother icon
Shit, if I saw someone with the district
But buyers offered too much
Not vparil weighs in place, thank God
Vyhino , cold porch waiting huckster
Kumar , without a penny , I'm in debt mate
Bummer. I contorts , two o'clock
Metro is over , get out of here as you like
Came out of the entrance, where the local ,
Well those of other test
One pit bull , one and two lontsdeyl everlesta ,
What happened next I wonder?

Gifts waiting for all girls, boys
Caps , heads , suspenders, Khachik
Sacred springs , red hats
Bolnichki , oh Momma

Doctors, quacks , hypnosis, yoga , acupuncture
Everyone knows everything all in one voice insists
That eight out of ten guys they recover
I'm not saying that I'm handsome , type decides
And now, no kill
And you never know, in a cold winter evening
I want to walk on the lung Zamoskvorechye
Meet the red hat , drinking from the holy spring
Fall on a bench in the park Repin
Remember how stomps and get stuck , hour and a half

Gifts waiting for all girls, boys
Caps , heads , angry Khachik
Sacred springs , red hats
Caps , officials , Hachiko , suspenders
Bolnichki , oh mom , oh mom

Barely breathe, eat day smoke
And at night I write about what I see
I write about what I see