Текст песни Учитель Труда - Антисекс

I got the job on the way it's time!
Time to sigh with full breasts.
We went to the tour! Waiting for the city,
Waiting for real people.
Rocky heart
In the tact of the wheel of the wheels,
And there is no turn back.
We are waiting for the eternal cold of the Ural roads.
And Izhevsk hell.
Chorus
Clitoris, Clitoris, Antisex -
Every city as Izhevsk.

From the fence mysterious manita solder.
Do not sleep on Uralmash.
With a scope comes with multi-day stuff.
And there are no moments of those more.
We carry forward we through the stupus and heat
Under the roar of jokes for three hundred.
Throws in the sand ocean surf,
Draish women with meatistan.

Concerts go, and no one gives.
Read the "Bible of Sex".
And to forget these adversity
You take an antisax bubble.
But the holiday melted,
As Pskov Ban Chad.
Forgot how to sleep on the bed.
And rockers hurry to work again
In the crowd smiling inappropriately.