Текст песни Задница Вани - Новый Гот

There comes our favorite holiday
But it is not a birthday, name day and,
Not even a day paratrooper
We are all waiting for this holiday

This holiday
We are all waiting for this holiday
It's not a new day paratrooper Goth

New Goth, New Goth
Drunken grandfather on the sidewalk talking
People will ignite firecrackers synchronously
And Grandma dies of a heart attack

Are you saving up to 5 years for a gift son
And in the queue for a long time you defended
But he brought a can of gasoline
At 5 times the son of a disappointment

Disappointing son
Gasoline canister
Disappointing son
Jerrycan
Fifth

New Goth, New Goth
On the table sandwich
Santa Claus is coming
Santa Claus pobet

Hebrew and Uzbek look Galkina show
Tears streaming down their cheeks
Among them is Father Christmas did not come
They are less fortunate than us

They are a little less fortunate than us
Because they have trimmed pussy
Yes

New Goth, new Goth
Medvedev Galkina interrupt
Uncle Oleg throughout January propet
Drunk driver knocked down a pedestrian

New Goth, New Goth
The irony of the box is
I have a huge crush eyebrow cake
My leg drags a hell of a gardener