Текст песни Центральный Гастроном - Шизгара

Shizgara

I love the storm in early May
When spring and summer thunder
As if a bird calling out
Casts in the blue sky

Chorus: Shizgara oh Shizgara, yours, mine!

the continuing importance of
It has the ghost of cleanliness
Like a fleeting vision
As a mature genius of simplicity

Chorus: Oh, Shizgara, your mother!

In the desert I dragged gloomy
One sand lying around
Suddenly local Semih was
At the crossroads suddenly crawled

Chorus: Shizgara oh Shizgara, dick, my pussy yours!