Текст песни Поцелуй Бомжа - Княжий срам

In the hard battles against the Mongol khans
Prince so tired wearing chain mail.
Throwing off his armor with Teles slippery,
Girls decided to taste the yard.

In Knyazhye pants plunk mold kidney
The stench of rotten loins and a leather ashes.
Zlata thread stitched handkerchief
Pathetic slave drait princely member.

Pud filth scraped, pus and snot,
And stunned negligent lackey:
Instead of a healthy and strong shafts
Light shone barely visible dick.

If you add to all of a sudden not to offend,
Forty percent of the length of the spine,
Every now and then will not see
More than two half inches!

Bishop spat on his eternal shame,
Proudly faded be corrected,
Braga took a sip and said, nonchalantly:
& Quot; I will continue to fuck deer! & Quot;