Текст песни Крыс - На склонах Демерджи

Who, on the sides of ogling,
On the ruins of the Colosseum
Writes & quot; Bob, Cheboksary, Rom & quot ;.
And we have other myths -
From the sky silent vultures:
& quot; in May, and all paths lead to the Crimea & quot ;.

I hung skazhenny yak,
Val Surf beer foam
As in a glass wall in the bay beat.
& quot; The Crimean white & quot ;, & quot; the Crimean red & quot; -
Funky, but dangerous.
May God remember that today was drinking!

Up the slopes Demerdzhi -
You do not hold
The haze of sunset.
Down you'd better take your time,
Only among the tops
We will find the & quot; back & quot ;.

That nightmare Chalupki
Among the city Alupka -
& quot; foreigners. Cheaply. Who? & Quot;
And what they foreigners? -
Even the brave Scots
Prepared pizdyuley in Crimea.

I hung out as unnecessary -
South Beach, South Beach,
All Ponte, the Republican flag ...
Drunk or not you are drunk -
Tremble, because of hookah
He smiled the old Kara-Dag.

Up the slopes Demerdzhi -
You do not hold
The haze of sunset.
Down you'd better take your time,
Only among the tops
We will find the & quot; back & quot ;.

Rocks fatigue ...
Clouds of tobacco ...
Cloud over the cliff ...
Heavenly River ...
Sea under Khmara ...
Duma wash ...
People under Schmal ...
Drive home!

Or up the slopes Demerdzhi -
You do not hold
The haze of sunset.
Down you'd better take your time,
Only among the tops
We will find the & quot; back & quot ;.