Текст песни Полковник и Однополчане - Беда с сапогами

Sunset flunked one-eyed,
but nice night.
Hare soup pulls from his grandfather Mazaya.
Having laid on the floor of the stoves
quite ugorevshuyu daughter
Wearing a shotgun, crawl out on the trail.

Pobrozhu through the swamp,
Check mushroom places,
Let go of his soul to bask in the stars.
Yes conscience must be
Ment to correct the grave,
What spring scared me a shot in the air.

The trouble with boots -
In the spring of something completely worn out.
Sima to yourself -
So I would not ruining their vain.

Sherudyat boars and bears
In a state farm garden.
Owl is his swan song.
Molknet seeing me -
Knows bitch, never once'll get.
Well, yes, I'm in no hurry - with him yet more interesting.

In the heaven of me
God knows how many moons counted.
Too long ago put his hut at the edge.
Had treated him,
As if horseradish sorcerer -
Turned into a shit
And as back - I do not know.

The trouble with boots -
In the spring of something completely worn out.
Sima to yourself -
So I would not ruining their vain.

Here's sit, smoke,
Yes, go back,
Emboldened-satisfied gulp of moonshine.
Yes tract to drop by -
There morning gribnichki Concertina.
Suddenly in high boots - there are two rounds.
The trouble with boots ...