Текст песни Дядя Женя - Сашка

Words: Uncle Zhenya
Minus: stolen
And then came the day that you have been waiting for a whole year,
Fifteen years old, pushing a roll in your mouth
Overflowing his belly, his father could not look,
How a son kills himself, but still so young, but
There is a mass of cholesterol in the body, and sugar,
They killed him from the inside, my mother said,
Don't eat after six, but he didn't understand
What did he do, he liked it,
Sister carried food to bed,
He did not grow up alone, he had three chins,
Fried eggs in a frying pan,
The weather is upset on the street,
Everyone went to work, and he took the jellied meat,
The sister looked, and only a tear rolled down her face.