Текст песни Несчастный Случай - Стоматологи

Who has never been in the Duples
Who did not see the pulpit in the face
That about difficulties and struggle
Better let him pick up.
Better let it be in the corner,
Remember mom and all relatives,
Who in the gum did not stick the needle
And did not ride the indigenous!

There are no roses smelling, brother.
There is no space and there is no light.
The roots are sitting there
And pulsates nerve.
You hold the faithful boring in your hand.
Runny, old man!
And rummaged in your face
Cleaner cry!

Let our people do not think
That we appreciate only the mouth.
In the people, besides the mouth,
Cute features to hell.
And, burning the hearts of Dotley,
We go through the roasting age,
To see in the end of the hollow
Dazzling light.

Often whispering relatives to us:
"What is good in those teeth?
Would you gynecologist
And bathed in money ... "
We are a complaint of them are funny,
As always, not the right of rumor:
After all, Vagina is one,
And the teeth are thirty two.