Текст песни Сергей Gres - Чур меня чур

Chur picked me, chur me, chur!
This is not my face, this is not at all I and the nose is smooth and eyes chicted, shine as dew on the young girl. And when I did not have time to swim in time
And in this world it is hard to mildly destroy.
And what to do now?
With blood to tear up already climbing skin?
Or in the velvet it is saved through shit.
To the shores where everything is smooth and good.
Shouty yes! When I, but indeed.
For you do not hope for me,
I'm not the one who will pick your snot.
But with me in any fight,
You know that in my sleeves are not a lot, but sharpening.
Ask my still born daughter.
- Dad Why do I sharpen?
- To fall into pain points,
My cute daughter.
In the meantime, drink strong tea,
And slowly breathe.