Текст песни Михаил Елизаров - Дети и гашиш

- How much hashish - tortured children
The young seller .--
We last summer end
It has long been sitting on marafet.

- Allah Akbar! Let's goods! -
The child cried Peter Stepanov
And hands down as the whip .--
You did not recognize me, Eldar ...

My soul, there's sidekick.
I call them to a birthday party.
We need a ball of cocaine
And a couple of grams of hashish.

A dealer: - Leave me alone, bastard!
Shut captivating Stepanov.
I do not take out the hands out of his pockets.
Your dreams came to an end.

I will answer your question:
All selected vorog unknown.
And I'm sick, gray like cheese
Sweet Little Russian.

And I broad daylight
No drug products
Vari compote of dried fruits
You're near the Eternal Fire.

- How much hashish - tortured children
The young seller .--
We last summer end
It has long been sitting on marafet.