Текст песни Чёрный рынок - Яга

concert July 1, 2012 to Chumbarovke

How much noise around the sand and stones
Moses assigned to the mentally weak
There is not enough for the service of people in the armed forces
And so even the service are women

A potsifistka Yaga did not want war
I did not want to feed the top of the power
From the capital of the country selected by God
She shamelessly decimated on all cylinders

I eat pieces of soap
Lila boiling water through cheesecloth on hand
Needles puncturing your joints
I swallow a string with onion peelings
Scraped and rubbed tooth enamel
The cut on his leg to play
terrible meal and almost her poterela
And izsohla leg to the bone.

My God, how much effort you give us a hope and chance
Only one thing we all help preserve and save
How do you put up with miserable in his dance school
I would simply say Come on and try. not mow.

And there was one foot bone
And I would've done things, but suddenly heard
What in the north there is a country
Where buhim peasants do not care about the machine on the brain to loot ideals.

And in the milk cans caught on the ball
After Syria, Turkey, Black Sea
He flew to the stable alcoholic fume
And having arrived, I forgot about the sorrow and grief

bone leg bone ... leg ... the leg bone ...

And away the soul to heaven, dispersed crow
It is these men never met
They all as one loved her,
But always cut down before the finals

And she went into the forest and built a house
On the clumsy stump looks like a vase
Lim is now naughty naughty children
She was frightened funny mom and dad

My God, how much effort you give us a hope and chance
Only one thing we all help preserve and save
How do you put up with miserable in his dance school
I would simply say Come on and try. not mow.

bone leg bone ... leg ... the leg bone ... Yaga ...