Текст песни Сапог ФиЛлипок - Бардовская песня про Грушинский фестиваль

Once a professor from Prechistenka
I screamed so quench the anger:
- What do you think about the read?
- How do I think? - Take, share!
And though it did not happen this morning -
Many disputes, ignorance, darkness ...
But the covenant Polygraph Poligrafych
As we have learned the oath.

Compose, sing, listen less,
Chop branches from another timber,
And with indifference chugunkinskim
Divide all of us and divide by
Bardo-frames, Bardo brokers
Bardo Orgov and bard assholes
Mastryukovskih on Bardo rockers
Or Fedorov Mastryukov

Who is not with KSPshnoy shops,
Especially on Grushinskiy entrance is closed.
And the burning at the stake palatochki,
And the tents are lit bonfires.
Putting Forestry Summit,
Again, we divide by "this," "that,"
Forgetting and who we do something?
Songstress la minor notes.

As one wise uncle:
We're not tsutsiki, eat your Met!
Get back to the little boy,
To share no longer be able to.