Текст песни Поргонтавъ и Слоны - Про винтовку и ружьё

pictures of animals
disfigured branches
Green tea in a cold glass, the sky is waving his fist
and those who inject me will be killed by a gun.

Bend the arable land and Birch
bushes, shrubs bent
The bad guys and the tёtki, I drew them all
and I'll let them guns and pririsuyu
and I'll let them guns and pririsuyu

Marmots tortured in protalinki
and stuffed badgers vatoyu
and with young trees near dying spruce
and all because of the fact that the hunter shoots the forest
and all because of the fact that the hunter shoots the forest

Yyyyyyyyy

Such is the accident
rifle and I never gave
and the wall tolstyya Stalin
uncle-tёtki pysch-pydysch
and in my guns colorful kisilёk
and in my guns colorful kisilёk