Текст песни Лирические песни - Щур

So the fat Schur died
Yes, and the rod stayed with him.
Put him in a coffin -
The whistle hit the ceiling!

He was a big bee-eater,
He whistled a dick on a whistle
He was digging with a rod of a bed,
He watered the rod of the garden.

A neighbor aunt Irinka (Rimus)
He fucked through the basket
A neighbor, Uncle Azat
A rod threw through the roof.

And in the civil war
He saved the division alone:
Our Germans surrounded
Our Germans killed.

And Schur unzipped his fly
And he extended the rod over the river.
Ours went for the baton,
Our ours carried.

And behind them the Germans reversed
They began to step on the rod.
Schur waved his cap,
The Germans dipped into the river.

And those who sailed on the water
He hit the shoulder strap on the head.
After the battle, the general
He kissed the pichuga.

The train rides on traffic police
And in it sit only Schury.
Silence
I'm stupid!