Текст песни Борис - Песня про малолетних шалав с комментариями

Juvenile Slava
At nature gathered.
They took sleeping bags and tents
Everyone was pretty got drunk.

The corner threw tents.
It was in the evening of them -
Two kilo sausages sweet
Six bottles on three.

Girlfriends took money
And they shaved all the mustache.
And one of them put on
Lace fucking panties.
And in the center 3 moron -
There is an evening Jort.

And girlfriends were piled
Right to the fire there we all jug.

Who went to the fishing line fuck
I know even with whom.

Katka main to venture
The rest is no problem.
Somewhere in the woods behind the wall
Girls vodka will eat
On the grass, walking around the cones,
Without pants will dance.

Here is such a party
By car with a breeze.
And by the morning we whores are sunbathing -
I will not go to work tomorrow
I will not go to work tomorrow
I will not go to work tomorrow
I will not go to work tomorrow.