Текст песни kвэNDИ - Праздник

Oh, earned in the shower
Oh, it earned me the soul to go
Oh, to earn the hand on the strings to beat
you catch

Oh, the cemetery on the hills holiday
Oh, the cemetery on the hills primrose
Stone slabs yes crosses tales
They are to have no case, to us they do not have the same
Machine Gun black eye staring back at us
Everything like the first time. Come to me, we have an hour

Lacquered hair jet time
Blasted butts magic carpet
Voice gently became a foot in the stirrup
Something whispered, grabbed the steering wheel
And forward

Oh, the cemetery on the hills holiday
They drank all the vodka so the blood began
Teeth smeared with mud so tails
Claws yes sped to the Moon

Lyricist: Dmitry Tyshchenko