Текст песни Уматурман - про сноуборд

I smelled all year and from work I was flying,
There is nothing to do, you have to go to Kursavel,
I bought a ticket and took my board,
And drove-flew to overclock the melancholy.

And here I am on top, snow, like a white powder,
Such beauty around and sow sings,
And everything would be fine, but suddenly
I saw her ...

Love on snowboarding
Boot in the face
Love on snowboarding
On one chord
Love on snowboarding
Boot in the face
Love on snowboarding

You roasted the bougie between the legs and rolled,
I could not look - breathing caught
I climbed without turn - I met misunderstanding,
Put the old woman from Germany sticks in the eye.

The rest appeared little in the queue
They rushed as alone, beat already something
Even the Russian-speaking guide began to kick me.
And I understood then that he died ... And I can't catch it up ...

Love on snowboarding
Boot in the face
Love on snowboarding
On one chord
Love on snowboarding
Boot in the face
Love on snowboarding

As if after castration, I stay in Prostration.
So I rest in this ill-fated France,
All five days I was looking for her and hoped for a miracle,
Everything is in vain and I need to pour from here.

I plunged on board, drove the ladder, the door is closed.
I threw my snowboard ... My heart is broken!

Love on snowboarding
Boot in the face
Love on snowboarding
On one chord
Love on snowboarding
Boot in the face
Love on snowboarding