Текст песни Узор Трав - Борода 2016

When I was small ,
I dreamed I was ,
What would I do ,
It was beard,
And that would be thicker,
And what would be more luxuriant ,
And what would be better ,
All Beards Beards !

And every month ,
Change razor ,
Sometimes it infuriates ,
So listen to my son :

It is not prickly ,
Rozsa yours,
Rejoice better
Grow a beard yet !

And you will be scratched ,
And will shave
And you can give up,
And with the socket to go under the nose ,
And crumbs in his beard ,
Search in the afternoon ,
And local children ,
Reminding going grandfather !

It is not prickly ,
Rozsa yours,
Rejoice better
Grow a beard yet !

Lyricist : Sergey Monetkin 2016