Текст песни Гроздья Виноградовы - Мопедофилия

I threw a moped at Mount Karadag
And with the heart not easy to Philly I wandered.
Who's waiting for me out there - maybe one can the enemy?
Mopedofiliya, mopedofiliya.

In the steppe near Kherson I decided to eat,
Although it is not so long, I still propylene.
steppe The owner gave a dinner in my honor -
Obedofiliya, obedofiliya.

I met the Plenipotentiary of Kursk in the forest:
- Give money envoy, help, I'm broke!
But greed, he showed his essence -
Polpredofiliya, polpredofiliya.

I came to Tula, where my great-grandfather left-hander
Bloch shod, but I sawed it.
Great-grandfather of my work for the soul did not come, but - Sha!
Pradedofiliya, pradedofiliya.

Back in the Crimea bloom and figs and almonds,
May was a difficult path, but I dobrёl at Fili.
A friend gave me a sirloin memory pedal * -
Pedalefiliya, pedalefiliya.