Текст песни Митьки - Беда с сапогами

blockages sunset
one-eyed, but nice night
Hare pulls soup
grandfather Mazaya
putting it on the floor
from stoves quite ugorevshuyu daughter
wearing a shotgun,
I crawl out on the trail.
pobrozhu through the swamp,
check mushroom places,
let go of his soul
bask in the stars.
but we must in conscience
ment to correct the grave,
that scared me in the spring
shot in the air

The trouble with the boots,
in the spring of a very worn out.
Sima to themselves,
so I would not ruining their vain

Sherudilo boars and bears
State Farm in the garden,
He wears his owl
swan song.
Molknet seeing me,
know, bitch, never once falling.
Well, yes, I'm in no hurry,
It is more interesting with it.
The heaven of my
God knows how many moons counted,
too long ago I put
his hut on the edge.
I walked with them,
like horseradish wizard:
It turned into shit,
as well as the back- not know.

The trouble with the boots ...

Here is sit smoke,
so I go back,
Encouraged by-pleased
gulp of moonshine.
yes path to look in -
there in the morning gribnichki Concertina.
Suddenly, in the big boots?
There are two more cartridge ...