Текст песни ВОРОБЬИ-ДЕБИЛЫ - Молодой Ша Ба

Budenovsk 1995

young shamil basaev sat rocking on the bus
to get to the formidable, take a bubble for a drink
but overcame the Ingushetian chatting draft
and fell vigorous Chechen collapsed proudly on the seat

like a fucking cot only a bitch. missed!

he woke up a month later all overgrown with a beard
and asked the controller that he slept in the back seat
- where is here. fucking. kildim nearest. to with a snack and a drink
women, jazz, flowers and dudayev jodar

hand over to the bearded. to turn him over!

the controller sat on black and did not answer Shamil
just waved his shaggy hand smoothly towards the hospital
and breaking the window like a bird hawk mountain our Abkhaz
from the bus rushed in the direction of the medical san.bat

it was as if an unfinished Estonian was born there!

with a cry-beer.vodka.baby! he rushed around the square
and eight tens of homeless people immediately abandoned the basements
and for the knight in the panther's skin torn from the saddle
the crowd of people flowed like a terek on the rapids

where is the drowning com.div chapaev, petka and anka tried!

the orderlies glanced at the windows immediately. Fuck. and crap
only seeing the half-naked bearded mujahideen
that they were going straight to the wardrobe door with a battering ram
humming the Marseillaise and praising Patrice Lumumba

and one played the violin accordion player was probably!

the doors collapsed with a bang and Shamil Basayev flew in
shaking his beard, he shouted-and where is the beer!
and grabbing about five nurses dragged them to the cot
so that without wasting time the Basayevsky family continues

like a bull inseminator from the krasna presnya collective farm!

and hanging the flag of Islam over the doors of the medical san.bat
young terrorists engaged in necrophilia
and a hand-to-hand instructor who slept in the morgue from a bodunish
was rammed by militants right there on the floor

though the condom snored like a hog dead. The bitch was counted!

the fun continued in the glorious khutor budenovsk
a whole week in a row they bred alcohol with invite
Yes, they ate lard freshly from the morgue brought
frostbitten tungus with a bruise under the left eye

that he worked as an orderly wanted to kill a black man!

but ran out of zucchini and eggplant dumplings
and grenades and cartridges and nurses in the medical san.bat
the doors of the morgue at that moment all swung open with a whistle
it was Lieutenant Colonel Kochumaev who came out of the binge

with a mug. bitch. fucking fumes per kilometer!

he passed through the Bessarabs with black lightning like
and just got into the kandeyka where Shamil Basayev was drinking
taking the hero by the beard, he stuck it in the ass
two plates of eggplant and a bucket of potatoes

and astronauts' dogs, a lousy squirrel and an arrow!

and then he opened the window and put everyone on the bus
that he traveled from medical san bata to Baikonur to the cosmodrome
and all the Tungus and Estonians left there
and medical sisters and medical brothers and buhoy shamil basayev

and of course a drunken leopa perched on the gray
ordering transit to St. Petersburg and eight bottles of vodka!
1995