Текст песни Не палимся - Козляков

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Forgive me, Marina,
That I'm dull like a club
There is simply nothing to do.
And all the familiar faces
Call it dumb
I waste my days
I almost drank some water
From the well where it flows
Very "soft" rusty water.

There is no rest from me
I know, yes, I am stupid
But you, too, sometimes got to laugh.
When the sun burns out
Head bastard, burns
I can't think a damn thing
When the sun burns out
The splash on your forehead is burning, shining,
The goat flea has gone completely crazy.

CHORUS:
Kozlyakov, Kozlyakov!
Everything was not needed immediately without brains,
From Golutvin to the Kozlyakov House
It's me, and you go steal the puppies.
Kozlyakov, Kozlyakov!
Our flea cool guy is narrow-minded
We will never end joking with him.
Kozlyakov, you are our fat bastard,
You won't be offended, I hope, for the words ... =)