Текст песни Минимум 3 оборота - Чебурвиль

I love pasties red, and blue and red
With rotten meat and a cat, and with an expired caruncle
My grandmother prepares them, the Scourge shit does not depart
I eat them all and it is not nothing I'm sick
All yard cats, with my grandmother on you
I love pasties are different, and the blue and red
I hate only with glue, in the morning from the nickname sick
I love my grandma and my dog ​​Monument to Jules
It ended game in urban gardens
Vyel all cats, dogs podeli
Cheburek cabbage is complete nonsense
Starve we have the last hundred years
We rush of game in the wild forest
Pines there high, to the heavens
Not a living soul to be seen in the moonlight
A thicket of terrible howling is heard spooky
Eternal barking was coming from the forest
Fear to the bone
There is a demon haven
There's live bass ker ville
The terrible claws and strange canines
Wild sounds are heard near the river
Rotting flesh it devours
Users in the forest that do not walk
The sounds in the woods, and I eat a sausage
And fuck me in the woods
Little boy climbed a cherry
Hrusnula branch ate all the fucking