Текст песни Гандурас - Блянах

I will tell this story in a nutshell, I will show it in my hands
I brought it to you on my feet
In other languages ​​it will not ah
Somehow in the dark
Ended up in houses
Where everyone is in ranks, on posts, on antlers
Long on the horns a general in boots
Through the word inserted the word Fuck
I experienced fear that I did not understand
I have been to many countries and regions
Five dialects, languages ​​I speak
But I don't know the words Fuck
I've been digging in tired brains for a long time
In libraries, on shelves, in tables
Inquired on the ground, in the sand and snow
Lost in volumes, unsteady tracks

I met a gray-haired monk
Got out the underside of his robes talmud almanac
Shook them into the air, spoke of the gods
But I never put in the words Fuck
Then the veteran is all like that in orders
I spoke about the affairs on the military fronts
How they are on the teeth
On the lips with some word "Stalin", but not Shit
The slow guy is at odds with himself
Told me about acid mushrooms
As I sat on the scales, in blue clouds,
With pink glasses ... Stop! Where is the fuck?
Fist fight in the stairwell
Talk about debts, about some business
Swing straight to the groin, blood on the lips!
Eh! I decided not to wait for the word Fuck!
Small child, in small years
Rolled around the park on humpback skates
Started in a big way, the whole muzzle in tears
Here from him I especially expected the word Fuck
Three in the morning on the old clock
Standing in socks and family shorts
A devil of meaning digging in his hair
I understood! Don't find me that word fuck

Brother wife mothers have pancakes
Everyone drank a lot, but that word is fuckin ', no one is contagion
I never said!
Out of frustration, leaving I broke a vase!
And lo and behold! Good Allah heard me!
The hostess said Shit!
A bazooka appeared in her fat arms
Now I'm on the run
But I understood the meaning
ShitNah!