Текст песни Красная Плесень - На печи

On the stove

 We're sitting on the stove.
 I rubbed his pants on the bricks,
 Well, you are slightly bent,
 Dick you lip touched,
 In parallel, began to masturbate.

We're sitting on the stove.
 Okay, that's enough, I do not masturbate dick.
 You'd better take off panties,
 Cup your ass cancer ...
 & Quot; Do not dick to shit, and you're me some soup & quot ;.

We're lying on the stove.
 I'll uёb of bricks,
 Because you, the mare,
 The third year is not pussy soap
 All pussy that no tap water.

We're sitting on the stove.
 Screams echo in the night.
 You chump down fell,
 The spine is broken at once,
 And now lying paralyzed.

I hang out one on the stove.
 Horrified, I gnaw bricks.
 Every day huynёy suffer,
 You, pussy, miss,
 In the hands of corn and pimples.

That's such a sad end here.
 I'd better shut up and then fucked.
 Tears punch, bitch,
 Without mare just flour.
 Jam to pull me over.