Текст песни Алмаз Кадыров - МАМА СШИЛА МНЕ ШТАНЫ

As a child, I sang about pants made of birch bark
The song was a hit among yard kids
Flew for many years waved them only after
But the motive is more fun, cooler and more enthusiastic.
I don’t sing about dragonfly, I don’t play bass
My stomach is digesting badly all pops
Well, this mega-hit is still in my ears
He melted my heart, he split granite in me
When I hear laughter I have been sticking out of her for a long time
Do not twist your finger at the temple, I do not need to see a doctor
When I become an old man and I will be broke
Anyway, I’ll crutch this song
You don’t know words - write it down, then laugh around everyone
Then don’t sing, but shout from the bottom of your heart
We all sing along with me because the motive is simple
Brilliant words as if the song was written by Tolstoy himself
Mom sewed birch bark pants for me
So that the priest does not sweat, mosquitoes do not bite
But those birch bark pants were torn
Immediately the priest was misted up by mosquitoes
That's about dad a new hit he has long been
Zaporozhets in the garage, he is very dear to them
Father doesn’t give me the keys, but finds out he’ll kill me
That the girls in the Cossack of his son often crumple
Ancestors think that I can not do anything
And they don’t believe in the potential of my intellect
Well I can cut, drill, cute ladies cropped
In the garage, I like to put a nut on a bolt.