Текст песни Юрий Клинских - Рога

HORNS
Yuri Klinskikh

In my personal life
Happiness not a fig,
My wife instructed me
Very long horns.

Here is such a confusion with me,
I can't wear a cap
My turnip is not tight
But the horns are in my way.

Though my beard is gray
But my horns grow
My horns are my wealth.
Though my beard is gray
But my horns grow
My horns are my wealth.

Horns grow every day
They are not at all lazy to grow,
Compared to me
A deer flies by.

The moose rests here too,
Just smoking a rhino
He has at least one,
I have a forty horn.

Though my beard is gray
But my horns grow
My horns are my wealth.
Though my beard is gray
But my horns grow
My horns are my wealth.

Although I'm used to the horns,
But the man did not die in me,
I instructed her back
Not horns, just chic.

Made such a joke
From under the chemistry as a count
A hefty horn sticking out
Let the lover be silent.

Let him grumble, jerk off,
Let his mustache move
To instruct his wife's horns
Appetite appeared.

Suck my pipe
Her horns grow
And they grow twice
In the spring.

Though her head is gray
But her horns stick out
Her horns are her wealth.
Though her head is gray
But her horns stick out
Her horns are her wealth.

Though her head is gray
But her horns stick out
Her horns are her wealth.
Though her head is gray
But her horns grow
Her horns are my deceit.