Текст песни Koban E. - Экспорт Петрушки В Израиль

Time out that the whole universe - shit
And people - shit , and me - anyway
Chub and my mom painted mustache
Be brave and say good

I Cossack family , but can be
I can not forget his father's house
In captivity pulls me only plant
It was the dill or parsley only

I drove this plant away
To the Holy Land Izrael
Narkotu buried in the stork
I cooked with her ​​ale

Beer or ale with parsley
Behold, all hope for tomorrow
Drank a little morning
Gone all zamoroshky

I drove this plant away
To the Holy Land Izrael
Narkotu buried in the stork
I cooked with her ​​ale