Текст песни Бобры - Звезда

To become a migrant worker,
To slush and rain nipoe
To fallen leaves, agile so
Keep tanned shoulder.

Became to become a truck driver.
Forgetting about food and about sleep
Ride the distance with a talking assistant,
Listening to the eternal chanson.

Hey Mom! Catch telegrams
"Your Son - Star!" Yes Yes!
All fans are learning gamma,
They delve into the meaning of life and cut the wires.

And I also worked in the police.
Drug addicts catch and plant
For me, it would be a matter of principle.
I would have forced the country to respect!

The awesome would be a cook.
Would be cooked by the boings,
Possessed a characteristic speech,
Obtained cutlets in soup!

Hey Mom! Catch telegrams
"Your Son - Star!" Yes Yes!
All fans are learning gamma,
They delve into the meaning of life and cut the wires.

I did not find myself in the post of welder:
On the knee soldering above the arc.
It is a pity that the work of the lamp
There is someone else.

So see no, I do not try
In this life, tears work.
I'm a star! I'm a star, Japan's mother!
And, at the same time, I'm not blue.

Hey Mom! Catch telegrams
"Your Son - Star!"
All fans are learning gamma,
Innegrated into the meaning of life and cut the wires.

Hey Mom! Catch telegrams
"Your Son - Star!" Yes Yes!
All fans are learning gamma,
They delve into the meaning of life and cut the wires.