Текст песни Овсянкин - Каса-Бонито

Excuse me for being rude, have you seen my ruble?
Chopped into styles, with a clapperboard for takes.
Pricked by the Orthodox, I walk puffy
I fell asleep on the bus, woke up at the pit.
Three bags of Crimean lavender for a stack,
And you are as businesslike and cunning as a chwang archer.
And there is no chance to drive up to you even on football,
Though the words have been chosen long ago: Eva is full and chansonnier.
Everything will be kind, we will go to casa bonito.
I'm wearing a children's mask, they are wearing bandit masks.
They do not invite you to the whistle dance, well, why did you go down like that?
And if you expect miracles - pray for December.
Got fucked up - basketball player dicaprio.
And your awrat drives me into paprika.
Hammered like a fool, thought he died, then screams in the morgue,
Everything was filmed by the sharp-sighted apparatus, critics are delighted.