Текст песни Сектор Газа - В личной жизни у меня Нету счастья ни фига.

In my personal life
Happiness not a fig.
My wife instructed me
Very long horns.

Here is such a confusion with me -
I can't wear a cap.
My turnip is not tight
But the horns are in my way.

Chorus: (2x)
Am
Though my beard is gray,
But my horns grow.
My horns are my wealth.

Horns grow every day.
They are not at all lazy to grow,
Compared to me
A deer flies by.

The moose rests here too,
Just smoking a rhino.
He has at least one,
I have 40 horns.

Chorus.

Em
Although I'm used to the horns,
But the man did not die in me.
I gave her no horns to answer,
It's just chic.

Created such a funny
From under the chemistry as a count
A huge horn sticks out.
Let the lover be silent.

Let him grumble, jerk off,
Let him move his mustache.
To instruct his wife's horns
Appetite appeared.

Blow off my pipe
Her horns grow.
And they grow twice
In the spring.

Chorus: (3x)

Am
Though her head is gray
But her horns stick out.
Her horns are her wealth.

Chorus:
Though her head is gray
But her horns stick out.
Her horns are my deceit.