Текст песни Алекс Гуфовский - Дети из нефти

I am a crab and you are a crab
It's a simple game baby
We are similar with you, but NO!
But not the same

Lying in the sand all day
But there is no sun and cold to the bone
Wife sent for a walk with children
I charge them via USB

Oh, and people look at us strange
Because I grab the kid by the thighs without pants on the street
I hug him immodestly, I try to breastfeed the baby
I want him to grow up and become Kojima

*singing*
PERSONAL KOJIMA!

But it's unlikely, baby, you'll let me taste your eclair
My love is 95% steam
Have to make yourself a baby out of oil
Or from bread

All your hands are in liquid children
You can sell them for 50 a barrel
Just don't ask later why you are not given maternity capital
So you can afford to buy some salmon

There is a lot of fish in the shops, but you can't pay with oil
Now, if you had real children
You could send them to steal for trout
Or beg to church

Of course, you can sell all your sticks
And buy 200 grams of fish slices on them
But she is sliced ​​very thin, in a redneck
You always cut yourself into thicker sandwiches

You look intently towards the ocean
And all the fish were behind
But it is not important

Five police helicopters
They arrest you for exhibitionism
Stupid your naked ass