Lyrics 6. Сектор Газа - Банка

We went to the pub, we wanted to drink,
And we wanted to swallow beer from a hangover.
In Celsius, plus thirty-two and five.
Hy schA we will drink a pair of liters, we don’t give a damn about hot!

But what about bank, bank, bank, bank, serve!
And we broke it!
But what about bank, bank, bank, bank, serve!
And we broke her, Jura!

Only some bukhariki and there’s nothing to see,
Solid motherfucker: your mother and your mother,
But there are a lot of copper y, now lucky for a second.
One of us worries is to stick the bank out the window.

But what about bank, bank, bank, bank, serve!
Hy, where can I get her?
But what about bank, bank, bank, bank, serve!
Hy, not her ...

Without a can, we're in a pub like a sprinter without a leg,
Like a musician without a rumor, like a whore without a flea,
Like a noseless degustator, like a military man without badges,
Like a bezky masturbator, like a sorter without glasses.

But what about bank, bank, bank, bank, serve!
And we broke it!
And give me the bank more quickly, goat!
Hy, do not play, Yurik ...
Hurry, in nature, all the goats, give me the bank!
Hy, what am I, her, or what?
And ny, who said, in kind, quickly give the bank!
And we her ... ky-ky ...
Goats!