Текст песни ДК - На крыше дома твоего

I spit on you, why the heck I love?
He pisses on the vermouth, it hanyga without skin
I, as an intellectual, I drink again, & quot; bovine blood & quot;
And your favorite song on the radio listening

Engineer your vomits, pushing his hips
Tie the top to the bottom popachkan. Nishtyak!
I loved it in your slug
Nothing that in the urine of his new jacket

I'm tired of you, and you do not care
You're in a wheelbarrow from his soul pritorchish
I do not love you for a long time and snot
I smeared a portrait of where you stand with Vanka

You plyuёsh my face when I output
On the other vyzhru wine each, and beat your face
While you are waiting for your engineer to pass
I like elk have their normal machine Spahr

Let hlebalnik wrinkled, let tattooed old
Let the cowards does not erase I umpteenth year
And let him in my house owls are asleep,
When I was looking for some full Kearney & quot; turn & quot;

Here! A new twist!
And the engine roars!
What he brings to us?
Wine or fruit compote?
Or vomits
We the collar!

Here! A new twist!
And the engine roars!
What he brings to us?
Wine or fruit compote?
Or nablyuёt
We the collar!

Here! A new twist!
And the engine roars!
What he brings to us?
Wine or fruit compote?
And it lies vomits
We the collar!