Текст песни Markscheider kunst - Кваса-Кваса

I want to drink a glass of good Cachaça,
Delicious take a cigar Almodovar.
Forty in the shade we do not know this koshmara-
Summer dictates the rules of kvas kvass-!!

Your colors do not strain your eyes,
Your face I had not seen even once.
You thought I died - I fly
It's hard, I really do not know you!

I spend in the water all the free time,
Time usually me no matter what is missing.
I had a reserve, but now it is melting, melting,
It melts and turns into a life-e problems.

Problem-uh, I do not like at all, e
Why e-issues in general what-e
I do not follow the bazaar like decomposed reptiles
Odelno I do not touch me