Текст песни Vертеп - Слесарь

She gone, the moon shone brightly
I have in my hands Bulgarian
I went to Auchan, smells of chemistry, but not that

In the lower language lay a brand
Fitter-fitter-fitter in the garden Path heels
Drilled, vodka swept, fine for exceeding
Speed! Speed! Speed!

Packages in your pocket, but not spices
Special forces can not draw trapez
Pythagoras in the bath brought the law:
"The acidic crown pops upside down"

My fields of miracles, call me Yakubovich
Local Pinocchio turned out to be a fool
ARTEMEN, let Malvina rachkom
I wig a drum and want a super prize
It remains to guess the word

My last Caprice
My last Caprice
My last Caprice
My last Caprice