Текст песни БГ - Максим-лесник

I wanted a glass of wine - I will sing milk,
Oh, I'm growing a bull, I will go wolves.
Take me soon with Maxim Forester,
Maybe he will tell you how to go out in a purely field.

Whether the check was taken out, then the connection of times
The gentlemen made friends yes with the Lord sranched.
On the Holy Mount Montmartre there is a magic seed,
He changes us aces on the sixes with rubbish.

Before, God was driving on top, the little demon jumped below,
And now we are all equal, we are all anonymous.
Through the hole in heaven drove white Mercedes,
Everyone distributed three rubles and drove past.

Bowls with poison and wine froze on weight,
Oh, themis, where is your sword, where are you before?
Inspiration my goes naked in the forest,
That will look at me, but where much further.

And I want to wines again - I will sing milk,
Oh, I'm growing a bull, I will go wolves.
Take me soon with Maxim Forester,
Maybe he will tell me how to get out in a purely field! ..