Текст песни Центральный Гастроном - Тачки, бабы и корма

Wheelbarrows, women and feed

I carried a considerable load on it,
Crashing boulders in quarries,
I know fists firsthand
They are the enemies of those class cleaner.
Handles her sheared helm
You can’t put it all on paper
He himself was enrolled in the past in this army.
They don’t need to be remembered now
They should not strain your memory.

How green he is!
Bonfire in the steppe of mysterious luminaries,
I live in the land I am a stranger
We need cars, women and feed.

I replaced the truck and the horse
Wild mastered the edges
Seventeen years in a worn little coat
Although not fists, but fist.
Lived and vomited at the White Sea Canal
Not on BAM, no, but on BAMlag.
In winter sent to die
Only pile piles with such
So only to pile piles!

How green he is!
Bonfire in the steppe of mysterious luminaries,
I live in the land I am a stranger
We need cars, women and feed.