Текст песни Хлор и Стыкальций - Начальник окурков

Head butts and burnt matches
Cough did not sleep until morning.
His wife, Vera unripe,
I laughed at him until the morning.

On Fridays in the bath, they drank beer,
And then, upivshis to tears,
We climb to the branches and ate plums,
Until you hit a frost.

On Wednesdays usually occasion of the visit,
And guests from nearby tombs,
They eat the peas and caught fluids
In support of the lost power.

Head butts and burnt matches
Loved Dead dismember
And standing amid the white meat and bones,
Funny poetry writing.

The wife he did tyurku tasty,
Outside, the wind sang.
Shrill wild boar, bristling pisyulku,
Urinating on an old door.

Music - Antero Kiyranen, Alexey Volkov
Words - Oleg Sedov