Текст песни Федул Жадный - Курицы

Week did not eat anything ,
Dried up, exhausted , donkey .
Previously, I was a backpack - belly
As if it someone else lives .
But flew pood kettlebell
At the door of the local cuisine ,
Here !

salmonellosis ,
It's a shame to tears,
I would hang myself ,
Where is my yard ?
I have diarrhea!
I lie and the heart with a knife
Sounds of the street.
Damn , smoked chicken carcass .

You walk along the road,
Looks into the distance ,
Want to eat some kind of creature :
Live , dead - no difference ,
From the head until his ass.