Текст песни 069 Сябры - На полатях

Smell like bread, smells mint,
Having a native church.
Oh, putting on the worst,
Enchanting the housing.
There will be dreams of medical and sweets
Revenge the soul to burn dottle,
As behind the baths furtively
Kissed until the morning.

Chorus:
On the floor of the floor
On the floor
To be able to dose!
Don't boudi me you, mother
Don't be boudy me you, Mati,
Fuck, oh, before Zor!

On the reagents
Good under the weekend
Just that would not sleep
I dwell with you.
On the parads of straight
I will leave for business.
An, Look, Impute all the kingdom -
Mamka was asked.

Chorus.