Текст песни Ведьмин Торт - Ритм паритя

about dumplings

Three other fried dumplings,
Even though they were going to cook.
And there inevitably time.
Overslept! His mother etit!

Fog was filled apartment -
From pelmeshey affected.
Neither it, nor the problems of the world,
Not worried about the three friends.

Type chorus)

Smoke was advancing from the kitchen to the bedroom,
Pressing their heroic snoring.
You do not worry, everything is fine,
I was one of those guys.

What then fried dumplings,
Instead of their cooking.
We were lucky that did not have time -
Vitka's apartment burn.

I picked up the heart-rending cry.
Oral scared Koshak.
Friends probably deaf.
The apartment is smoke. How so!?

Type chorus)

Rushed into the kitchen, I stumbled,
With overclocking hit a shoal
It is very juicy maternulsya,
When I saw that smoke.

When - the delicious dumplings,
Now of course embers.
Three prikornuvshih duraleya,
I almost threw the skates.