Текст песни Цирюльня им Котовского - Любовь до Гроба

We met at the drunk
We have a buzzing in my head
Until the morning we kissed
And tumbled on the grass
Mark, it's time to play the wedding
And let the priests crowned you,
After all, we love to the grave
We know, you and me.

If you really want to get married now?
Well, tomorrow?
Tomorrow perehochetsya.

Here I found an idiot
From ass hands, no brains
And his work.
That does not crawl out of debt.
Here at Tanya's husband Director
But Nadya businessman
Everything I throw it on the dick
And I'm leaving for good

Well, what sort of a bitch, stupid
All the time there is something snitch.
Training will not help
Vaughn has grown cellulite.
Look, how many classrooms heifers.
Vilani assholes around.
Yes, you throw it on the dick.
The best advice my friend.