Текст песни БГ - Картинки из сельской жизни

We turn to Korostyleva
surly old man smashes crutch
mired in the swamp crocodile.
And those vozvedshego eyes to heaven,
Area announces the husky groan.

Tired gray agronomists
by grumpy wives are hiding in the bushes
and sitting there, sometimes for two years.
From fertilizer chase moonshine
and, drunk, play & quot; nakos-vykus & quot ;.

Sometimes brought to the farm tractor.
Then the peasant woman hiding under a stack.
Those ferocious grind gears
and clanging steel valves,
for the girls chasing the meadow.

Peyzanki collected spikelets
and hide them in shame at the hems.
Won the shepherds in the barn drink & quot; Chanel & quot;
and discuss the new Biennale.
In the fog someone's shining neck.

Peyzanok crowd, picked up the skirt,
prihvatyvaet Fyodor-imbecile
and timidly pulled by a member -
and he is in the mustache does not blow,
drooling just drop down from the big mouth.

Zahoroshelo fat stubble
growls in a stable hog bloodthirsty
and digging the ground forged a hoof,
peyzanki screeched to urinate in the bushes ...
Happy springtime!