Текст песни Василий К. - Лорд Гад Фит Ми

Rose in the teeth or a knife in his hand -
I walk behind her, as if on a leash.
And she wants - the station at all,
Suppose that in the eyes of her dancing laugh!

Lord God fit me, Lord God fit me
Lord God fit me
Make your move and beat me!

Well, where's the enemy, and of who is friends?
At the table - Mahalla, not yours, not mine.
This is our land, tayi taya,
If you love it, love me!

Gop-stop, unopened hump
The third bullet hits on the forehead.
And a guitar wah-wah I ruffle your fur,
I was taken in the mountains, I was one of those ...

And from out-Nicolas David
His hat is wide, its root is poisonous
And when - it, and when - the,

I meet a new song every day!