Текст песни Ваня Воробей - Хреновый зять

Your parents do not drink
Do not smoke and do not use foul language
On Sundays, they go to church
And the opera in the evening
And I still do not understand
How could you contact me
Intelligent girl
And ill-mannered boy

Yes, he's a tear off and throw
Yes, he is an ordinary crook
In addition to his this guitar
Has nothing more he
And you need a good
And you need a decent
That with wealth and more
And by the hands that had a diploma

That was his own apartment
And not a room in a hostel
Yes, you look at his face
Do not you f you look at his face
Yes he has in fact for the soul
As a street away from the tramp
Written on my forehead: offender
Written on my forehead, sho drunk

Their bawdy these songs
The taverns, but on the entrances
His smoked hoarse
Drunken voice sings
Yes, you must understand that you do not
Never a bride
We understand what you love
But over time, will be held

They do not know me at all
Oh, how in general so you can
And we meet prohibit
Still can not fucking understand
They are, as they say, is judged
About the book only by its cover
But when they open the book
Understand that I am a good son-in