Текст песни Умка - Русская песня

Eh, yes, I will untie the sash
I'll smoke a joint
Yes shmyak on the ground
Crumpled hat

Oh yes, I'm a simpleton
Yes to yearn master
And your mother is a rastak
Cursed

Eh your mother rastak
Flip the workbench
Yes shmyak on the ground
Crumpled hat

And I'm not poking there
I'm not singing about that
And all about your mother
Yes damned

Eh Mother Russia
Yes, lift up the hem
Yes, drive it where you need it
Aspen stake

And what would the spirit go
And for the whole race for the people
Such a native leaven
Yes kerosene

Oh you canopy mine, canyon, canyon mine new
And you reactions are so unhealthy mine
And you are chamber number six, the walls are vaulted
And the canopy is new as it is all lattice

My song is long, the end of the edge can not be seen
Swallowed his own mother McDonald's pancake!
Pancake compote where to go from the dominance of the west
And get lost my cart brothers, get lost ...

Yes, I will untie the sash
I'll smoke a joint
Yes, I'll plant a song
I will date to Bosko

Eh, all-all about your mother
Yes damned
Yes, everything about my life
I'll break it!