Текст песни Скрипач Вкурилъ - Кот в сапогах

Violinist Smoked as a puss in boots
Kropal shines like the sun in your hands
Passed this bottle in slippery circles
I don't know you personally - I will bring crash: Oh

Violinist Smoked Skinny Like Snoop Doggy Dog
Grabs often and for a long time, son
I go to the cat-lover and smog over the city
This is a bottle question connoisseur

Here musicians blow not only into their trumpets
Behind the garages, volleys of guns blaze
Do not breathe when passing by, otherwise it will smoke
Even if not like us in our nature.

Violinist Smoked never learned notes
Piled on a violin as lucky
The whole orchestra goes gray, sweat is flowing
The conductor throws a stick to "that mouth!"

Violinist Vkuril loves classics of the genre
Blow out of plastic greedily
It's a pity for crooked lines, even an eraser
And so I read it as it is.

In my case there is a bow and a violin
But if there is something, then there is a bottle
If there is nothing, the picture fades
But if there is, then I bring the good news

2012. Led the old acapela.