Текст песни Тимур Шаов - Хоронила мафия крёстного отца

To bury mafia

The funeral procession will not see the end,
On the coffin carriage guns taken away -
To bury mafia godfather,
Raseyskoy native mafia.

Thieves wrinkle forehead thugs cry not to face.
Prostitutes all wearing the veil (barely).
Girls as a sign of mourning for the godfather
On the panel will not come out for two weeks.

Widow heartbroken and depressed by the heir:
How inappropriate Dad moved the horses! (Moved!)
Now I have to save one million!
"Yes, for someone Well, benefactor, he left us?"

The orchestra played Chopin labuh roasted trumpet,
The cemetery was filled with people (rabble)
And tattooed ally to combat
He said such a speech over the coffin:

"Sha, not kipish suit, think for a nose, fraera:
Lapti splёl our old pal Senja,
Small zecher nedoknokal and played squinting.
Right now he is with God bot on hair dryer! "

Kabak cracked at the seams, funeral two weeks were:
Oysters, lobsters, disco (ECA!).
They drank, fought, to shoot, parted -
In general, human have remembered.

An obituary in the newspapers, telegrams no end -
That's what true transparency!
It is said that the new godfather to us
From Peter will send state security.

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