Текст песни Гаврылы з-пад Полацка - Огурцы

The sun shines over the sinful head,
There is a man, sad. In the morning already buhoy.
Bottle poltorashechki he drank from the bottle,
And ensign was sinister head.
Bottle poltorashechki he drank from the bottle,
And ensign was sinister head.

She asked him: "Who are you all this?
What the Fuck in the morning already buhoy?
I Ensign desires, your - I was three.
Be careful with them, look closely.

- My desire first. I want a cucumber.
- So what exactly it will be done. What you're done.
- The second is the same ...
- In the name of all the fathers!
- Shut up, my desire - more cucumbers !!!

Cucumbers! Cucumbers!
Delicious pickles, soft grooved cucumbers,
The bank frozen cucumbers,
Knife sliced ​​cucumbers,
On the table laid out cucumbers.
On-gur-tzu!

Opera it on a column - from ensign tired.
Green ogurechik post at the moment has become.
I decided to eat chipsikov, but they are horror
The cucumbers were turned alluring.

The man was impressionable, decided that all - the end.
But only he touched the bridge, and the bridge has become a cucumber.
I decided to wash his face with cold water,
As the smell of cucumber ascended over Dvina ...

Cucumbers! Cucumbers!
Delicious pickles, soft grooved cucumbers,
The bank frozen cucumbers,
Knife sliced ​​cucumbers,
On the table laid out cucumbers.
On-gur-tzu!