Текст песни Олег Скрипка - У клубі рок

He walked down the street of the village,
 Wind in your pockets are.
 The face plays like a spring,
 Buhe.

 "That does not bloom - what shall fade" -
 Taco, taco said my grandfather.
 "The grass near the house of mint
 Do not, oh Hryts should not be. "

 Chorus:
 AT! Gay! Mom! Gay! The boys play
 AT! Hey, hey! Near the village council,
 AT! Gay! They are not allowed in the club
 Gay! Because they are very hairy.

 Mom, Mom! Mom!
 Mom, Mom! Hairy! There, there!

 The mother's time at the house,
 Dad something in the stable driving.
 A bumblebee Brook Kusa
 Me.

 Cloud floats in the sky,
 Like a little Zeppelin.
 A woman got in the attic
 In the ladder to heaven to hell.

 Chorus.

 The club, the club - rock!
 The club, the club guys playing loudspeaker.
 The club, the club - rock!
 The club, club ...

 Chorus (x2).

 The club - rock!