Текст песни Хлор и Стыкальций - Начальник окурков v2

Head butts

Head butts and burnt matches
I loved fricassee and cancan.
His wife, Vera, was spineless
And often I looked into the glass.

At mischief susceptible, they are for order
We kept a solid style,
And at night sneak danced squatting
And sang thug la chanson.

On holiday Baruch them were spirits
And other dangerous people -
Sick dogs, lame old woman
And thieves of various breeds.

Head butts and burnt matches
Courtesy guests dismembered,
And standing amid the white meat and bones,
Funny poems composed.

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

Music: Antero Kiyranen
Words: Oleg Sedov
Vocals: Oleg Sedov, Alexey Volkov
Solo Guitar: Vyacheslav Pleshkou
Arrangement: Oleg Sedov and Alexey Volkov
Mastering: Konstantin Kozlov

© Chlorine and Stykaltsy 2013