Текст песни Пойманные муравьеды - рыбный день

Fish Day
My name is Solnyshkin. I - sea dog
The seafood I know a lot about
On flares oil drips from yesterday sardines
Galley. I hang one
And imagination paints an enticing picture
Sunset. Sea. Deck Brigantine
Lesbian show sisyastaya moryachek
I wonder ... And who fachit?
Wet ass in the coastal sand
And this is what is hanging on her nipple?
On the huge melons stuck to the threads of slime
And we bolt the kitchen sitting like idiots
No, you count ... Antananarivo, Madagascar
Girls, kiwi, exotic intoxication
All I seek: & quot; The Sailor! Sailor! & Quot;
And I lay in the bran as the last junkie
Fish Day
Fucking fish day. Taste the soup of horse mackerel
He saw the landscape of the ocean and some kind of whorish
With a salad of seaweed were also parishes
Dreamed of palm trees, Calcutta, whores and ships
Fucking ate canned & quot; The Flying Dutchman & quot;
Vkolbasilo. He behaved like the last asshole
In the port of Hong Kong seized me roughly boredom
Because of crap like stale trepang last bitch
And GRT fresh fun too small
Colleagues nearly died from bouts of laughter
Discomfort in the throat, stomach puchit
Eat seafood - begins to fail