Текст песни Сергей Сладкоперец - Батя, которого нет

Night and silence, this forever,
Rain, and somewhere mother fucked Uzbek,
Anyway padded jacket leaky warmed,
I see batyu away, which is not.
Where to find bubble Bata on booze,
That he has not pitched us all eblo.
Day by day this bitch rubs me the game,
I live with this Batya, who fucking scourge.
He raised his fist at me,
As a sign of his father's eternal truths.
He was fucking me so otpizdil,
What I nearly lost his life.
I will kill him, and me dick,
Stick a knife in it, just grow up.
Maybe the threshold otsizhennyh years
I can forget batyu, which is not.
He raised his fist at me,
As a sign of his father's eternal truths.
He was fucking me so otpizdil,
What I nearly lost his life.