Текст песни Бахыт-компот - Тропа семейной жизни

This trail run only by men,
The trail is just for the jackals away.
Yesterday I brought my mother in law to death demise,
Today I blew his brains fool-wife.

In the evening he came to visit me nephew Andrei,
He brought me a busty chick instead of his wife.
I tёlke to yap pushed last year's drying,
Andryushka poured acid expensive pants.

Once we with the father bought two boxes of beer,
But the father-night drinking beer alone without me.
His shattered locomotive wheels,
For this my well-worn on the courts relatives.

Still used nothing but my brother in law - the director of pub
He left work in the Crimea and arrived in Moscow.
He instead poured vodka I drink turpentine,
Since then I have one on earth this eternal live.

The path of family life - here are all doomed,
But I squeeze hard hatchet.
The path of family life - here are all doomed,
But I squeeze hard hatchet.
Hatchet hatchet ...