Текст песни Ургант - Советы грибникам например

In the earliest hour, the quietest poacher,
I change the walls of the room to a green interior.
I will put on a piece of deluxe style
He fed "Druzhka" with a sausage - he licks my fingers.

I tighten my abs, go deeper into the forest.
Like a hangout of eunuchs, the place is virgin here.
Mosquitoes suck with ill-concealed pleasure
Pushing the moisture of the leaves, I use a branch.

- Hey baby, are you edible? Not a fake?
- They drank my leg - this is the best test.
We argue with the guys for a false one, we risk it and put it.
It's foolish to hold on to life, we'll all die someday.
At about three o'clock I will fry this mushroom.
I will definitely wash it - I don't need a bad trip.

This hat will not fit into your mouth colossally.
The path is short, it will lead to the high of the forest.

This is white, for example.
This is a milk mushroom, for example.
These are chanterelles, for example.
But this I would not eat.

These are blueberries, for example.
These are lingonberries, for example.
This is cranberry, for example.
But this I would not eat.