Текст песни А.Лаэртский - Версаль

Under the tram got today
Baba of my girlfriend,
When they returned
From Sberkassy, ​​sparkling on the sunshine.
And again, probably pisel
About some kind of fucking baby,
Forgetting to twist fuck,
Approaching the tram rails.

I hear - the key in the lock is awkward
And sadly sprinkles.
I open - and what I see:
Baba nervous fussing.

With a packaged girlfriend,
With her shoes under the arm
With hand, as if scarf, on the neck -
Say, surprise, here ...

When birds on eggs sat down
And the grass from the earth climbed,
I love me such
In the versals of my feelings of the spring!
And while my woman called
Doctors somehow for some reason
I sent my girlfriends
Travel to garbage chute -
I remember, she wanted so much
Speleologist become either a digger
Ile climb up the rock
Only fucking, not in my
Only fucking, not in my
Only, fucking, not in my versal!