Текст песни Труппа Трупов - Тарчок

[Ahh, shit, I die Tale ....]

On the one-two-three, jump down to celebrate with skyscrapers
Remember me, gave up the spirit and breath calm
If dead, thoughts, sing a verse to live a burden
Or overweight - tons of sweets

Travel deep into the sleeping areas waddling
No one comes to the rescue to you Tarchokov
You are here alone, hermit rachёk at the bottom of the creek techёsh
Bёsh argon key skinny
On your power already coveted kites
On your power laid eyes almighty God
But he will not flaunt in your appearance
He traded your body to Satan on a box of matches

Pizdanulos sun over the horizon, I emerged from the coma
But forgot about decompression, okay?
I was cocks