Текст песни врем фаил - Сноубордист

So as not to suffer from idleness,
Do not die of longing
I'm in boots for fun
Tied a piece of board.

I dressed warmly-
Young, cheerful and daring,
Mood at its apogee-
And galloped up the mountain!

Skiing is in the last century!
Stick-full x @ rnya!
I'm on the board! Humans,
Look at me!

The slide is slippery, infection.
Buckled up, wrinkled his forehead,
I drove a little, well, immediately
Ye @ lsya forehead in a snowdrift.

I tried again soon-
At an incredible angle
I'm in the lift prop
I drove in a happy e @ scrap.

Even though it hurt, I didn't give up
I climbed the mountain again
Buckled up, overclocked,
I didn't turn - I broke into the forest.

Very skiers laughed
Pointing your fingers at me
When I'm screaming, grimacing
I ripped my ass off the stump!

Laughter without hearing heartless
I remained proud of myself!
So in torment and mutilation
Snowboard was born.

Sport go (lame) praise!
Let the sick leave be inflated!
I will say (as I insert my teeth):
"I'm a n @ awesome snowboarder!"