Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Полет нерусского нетопыря

Flying flying over a wet lucker,
Above the wet hryon
Flying flying
From vodka from a nurse
Savsham Bug.

Two zombies looked into my Duhan,
With an empty pocket
What a boyfriend
Asked again a glass -
Wai, alkah ...

On the root Sklep Romanian Prince,
Nam does not turn
And then fucking teeth -
He lost his pants,
What a disgrace.

Two wolves to eat Adyn Mosall,
Without hollow and salt
And each very angry -
Then the old was Kozol,
I knew him.

Jackal parsing chain in the bushes Brenchal,
Rumor-pounded,
And every Brad shouted,
I threw a brick -
And thickety.

Night flight on rusty kocherga,
Drafts in the brain,
There is no fig,
Cum by chanting Purga,
I want to go home.