Текст песни Ногу Свело - Мочилово

Grandma took off the iron
From a child window,
And then its back
Pulls the rope.
  
Bastard long practiced
To throw pometche
And I hit the kid
From the first call.

In the face flowed
Tears of emotion -
It's a nice child
It will soon be in the morgue.

La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la

Time has nowhere to go
In a nursing home,
Here she sits and waits
A small sacrifice.
For a long time the doctor treating her
From the terrible disease,
But she did not succumb,
She just fine.

Grandma decade ago
He buries his grandfather.
And now imagine I found
A clear lesson.

Tired day after day
Remembering the past.
In life, there was no love -
Let the baby will die.

La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la

Good live it
Senile,
Babka is nothing to fear,
Soon after it will die.