Текст песни Acitog - Чингачгук

his narrow forehead is narrower than my two fingers on the asphalt,
the chains on the jackets rattle clumsy walking to the beat.
it was walking that brought him to you
sports glasses stuck in the face.
drawing a narrow forehead, he braided the chingachguk braid.
flew out of his mouth ... thousands of boredom.
sang songs about cats and spring,
the leather jacket did not fit on his stomach.
with a sausage-like finger scratched his beard,
a substance similar to metal was played on stage.
metal! cakes! don't say it! cakes! cakes!

chorus:
a dream to remove a pair of heifers and whisper about spring.
slurp port three axes, and get drunk until the morning -
a dream of broad shoulders and a very narrow forehead.
the carcass got on wheels and rushed off too sideways
he never fell because he broke the rollers.
he showed a goat, picked his nose
he rushed there,
Alice listening to the song ...
songs, songs, bald songs
the skins rubbed on the porches
and the braid did not fit in his bodily belly,
the skins flowed from all sides, because he is a dude.

He wanted to get married, but everyone is divorced,
in his family the harsh laws are
you can’t take a wife who has been poked for time,
otherwise the twin friends will laugh again.
the more beer you pour in your mouth, the dumber the laugh
about a pair of drunks will whine - and his success awaits.
if he takes alcohol on his chest, he becomes inflated.
kisses endlessly portraits of Kostya Kinchev.