Текст песни бразилец ft Chet - Танцы На Могилах

the sounds of the sitar
with a bottle of lemonade in hand
I subscribe movement stomach
like an animal on the graves of those
who graduated from college in the red diploma
but paid his hollow
for failing to move to the beat
My tactic feet
intricate as well as origami
origianlny and Inorganic
limited border between Russia and Chechnya
twisted like cheese chechil
I am the same person
that leads to chaos chillout
I shit on the grave of Magellan by haloperidol
with flashing lights before the eyes
in the same role emsizhezhe-pizdabola
I often have a stomach ache
and two cubes Maggi
carries me so
that lacks toilet paper
take off like a boomerang in space
come back with new ideas
for the development of any dance
it takes me less than a week
I have the magic
as a hero fucking erpegeshki
in order to apply it
need two grams gashika
we are on the coffins of bling
music Grebenshchikova
give the cheek,
on whose wooden boxes
we put on a show
my tongue dances lezginka
lips converge in tango