Текст песни Батя - Кто же мне в палатке на морду наступил

No sooner had the field to dry the dew,
We walk loaded with bulging eyes,
Ahead of us, beckoning blue expanse,
A path winds, flashes between the mountains.
Thoughts carnivores are twisted in the head,
Fried chicken night I dream!
Eat stew porridge there is no greater force,
Oh, who am I in a tent on the face has come!
Rest wonderful, peace and grace.
The whole day trying to catch up with the instructor
Wet mice prem under a backpack.
At night, we bathe in the river, then zhrem vodka.
Thoughts BATH AND bath twisted in the head,
Sauna fragrant night I dream!
There was a sparkling shower, the toilet was there,
Oh, who am I in a tent on the face come.
The camp sleeps exhausted. Silence around.
Sleepy gnats rest my guard
Sleeping in a tent fun, just the chest presses.
Sardines, it seems a little bit freer.
Thoughts sexy curly head,
Woman naked night I dream!
Spend the night there is no longer clothed with strength,
Oh, who am I in a tent on the face has come!