Текст песни Александр Лаэртский - Командир сельской почты - I

On the meadow grazing jib
Young, with a shrill neck
In the sky they hiss of different birds
I was sitting under a bush with a book
Red berry mountain ash
The sun shines fun
And farmers with rakes
Sown flax let him ask differently
Golden-haired girl
The pea coat stroyotryadovskom
Instead of tea drinkers Voditsa
Soup does not eat, and pasta
To Ass thin
Passion does not like tolstozhopye
The commander of their construction crew
Young Uzbek vests
Without teeth with swollen nose
Deftly, he shuffles the cards
And his beating in the face
The board drunken partners
But slapping him on the dick
Wife ran away from him
Goggle-eyed Jew
Without eyelashes, eyebrows and boobs
She decided to act
The Moscow Institute of Communications
And really wants to work
Rural Mail Commander