Текст песни Брати Гадюкiни - Бидло

From sun glasses, hat on head
The player plays quiet rhythms of blues in me
Hey cattle, well matched pasesh me?
I do not ask of you that you are carrying in his sack

I go without hurry, in the teeth papirosa
The sun shines to me and I now nishtyak
Hey cattle, well matched you opened your mouth?
I did not win your wife and you served in the military

You look at me and you are interested
A matched then the moron on the street goes
Hey cattle, you do not ever catch
Because you were born cattle, and once in the same cattle die

Kyesha, shmiru come on!

From sun glasses, hat on head
The player softly playing rhythm and blues in me
Hey cattle, well matched pasesh me?
I do not ask of you that you are carrying in his sack