Текст песни Руски Синдром - 7 Кила

Train, Tuk, Tuk, Tuk,
Iron barrels.
Hidden in the train in the chest,
Something lies in it.
Border guards sink, search by coupe,
But they will find the chest
Only in a dream

chorus:
Seven Kilo Gashisha
And roof gangsters.
Tuk-Tuk-Tuk trailers are knocking.
Through all the cardons, blue epaulets
We are weaving gifts for guys.

Rushing the train, puff-puff,
In Tambour Kumar.
Explorer, such a man,
True forever drunk.
Behind the window-field, fields.
Prose, no poems
And we have a company
All chi hee, hee hee.

chorus.

Waiting for us in different cities,
In the summer and winter.
Where the sun is not in the freak
With a family of grass.
Magi we and sorcerers,
But our secret is simple:
Shala-Mala, shoals,
Joint Mointa goats.