Текст песни Сергей Трофимов - Я жду самолёт с водородною бомбой...

I'm waiting for the plane to the hydrogen bomb,
To display the dandruff from the hair!
Behind the wall peasant, stern, like a zombie,
He kisses passionately peasant!

Peasant knock heels on the floor
To the delight of the surrounding residents.
Residents drink up cognac with Coke
And eat the meat of tuna!

Tuna fisherman was killed in Algeria
And sold to the Libyan merchants.
Merchants able to take his body to Cairo,
Freon Bay slegontsa.

Canning breeder Ali ibn Sia -
Underground Trotskyist radical -
I gave all canned breakaway Russian,
And he rode off to war!

He valiantly fought with a group of Chassidim
On the slopes of the Dutch heights.
Golandtsev, Schmal slants of all kinds,
All thought, "Whose will take?" ..

I took, as you know, stazhёrka Lewinsky,
Arranging oral scandal
And at the same time in Malaya Lublin
Folk tuna had finished!

This is so because the random, ridiculous moments
Creator creates web
In which we see only fragments
And the more we do not know.

Vary the most sausages, honey,
And a running jump into bed!
Do wake up tomorrow, I swear, I do not know ...
So what are we wasting time ?!