Текст песни I.A. feat Паштет - Дворник

I uncle Vasya janitor-super professional,
That man, every morning the cigarette snaps.
Snow is a tel, sluggish wind trash chasing,
I guess I look at my tired.
Tired walls, yards, streets
Love me your indifferent faces
Sunday Day, Eastern having fun,
And I run on the puddles from the police.
The day before yesterday, we poured out windows with water,
When I diligently did the yard my native.
Summer rain-from heart dustflow.
Hooker-chowder, work broom.
Or in winter with a shovel, I am unshaven and shaggy
I am absorbed with snow garages, the tractor is wild.
Thanks and praise
I pray for each days: let me salary!