Текст песни Неизвестен - Feduk Ukulele На Рынке На Бали

Do you remember the 98th year:
At the senior food on the frame,
A hand in plastic barrel
It's a classic of the time, and I have not been deprived of the classics.

Not Moscow and Beijing. Hibiscus, not Lipton,
Next Millennium blew our pumpkins.
And if you look away, in Mytishchi,
Dad tore kimono and take weight on muscles ..

Mom on Kutuzov learned perfectly,
No pyanok minimum hassles ..
Then the center lived somehow calm
And now not even smell the root Moscow.

I see all the same views,
What will happen to them next, who can tell me?
And do not hide behind the garages,
Do not pay off for a song that would get a taste of freedom.

On the microphone Fedor, Fedor,
My great-uncle bully with Postal.
On the microphone Fedor, Fedor,
My great-uncle bully with Postal.