Текст песни Максим Кудряшов - Колбасный сын

I once blinded a child Am
Of Three Sliced ​​Sausages Dm
Wrapped carefully in diapers E
And announced that he is my son Am
When we went for a walk
The son sat on my shoulder
Aunt Moti attacked us
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We were led to the separation of Dm
Sliced ​​Am
Enter birthday E in the passport
So my son Am became a citizen

They called the boy Antokha
With a foreign surname Petrov
Yes, we do not have a bad life with a passport
You can ride the metro with him
Strangers uncles came to our house
Said: Guy to war
He must protect without looking
From evil people to their country

They led him on the attack
They gave a gun
But he has sausage hands
Shot aimlessly out of place

He was killed the first night
Yes, they drove home in a coffin
I cried: It’s a pity that I’m not a daughter
I blinded in my lifetime
My sweet son
The march accompanied the march
Sausage boy my killed
Under the zinc cover lay

I myself do not live very long
But I don’t mold myself children
How hard in the name of duty
Lose the sausage sons