Текст песни Гражданская Оборона - Вершки и корешки

Moon - As if turnips, and stars - beans
Thank you, milf, for bread and for salt
Souls root, and body tops
Merry time comes, the lads!

Spring rain watered a grocery
The musician of Selivanov was gathered by a scarf
No one knew that it would be funny
No one knew that everyone would be funny

Little boy found a machine gun
It so happened that he no longer lives
In the kitchen, he smeared a piece of oil
Waited, washed and put the temple

In the meantime he eating and drank from a glass
Poet Bashchelov fell killed from the window
Oh-oh, trick worked
Another animal was devoted to our hands

The world awakened from heavy sleep
And now there has been a big spring
Under the severity of bodies groaned bed
Such fun - just fuck your mother!

From your fountain pen I broke the cap
On the way there was a dead peasant towards
Breakfast, dinner and lunch
A peasant of the dead, and we are not yet!

Moon - As if turnips, and stars - beans
Thank you, milf, for bread and for salt
Cheerful time comes, friends
Oh-o - more fun now!
Oh-o - cheerless
Oh-o - more fun now
Oh-o - Veleers can not.