Текст песни ohh kislenkoe nuthin - vaphel na polu

your endless cats
lick nikita's ear
you change your hairstyle again
the temple is shaved again
waffles lie on the floor
crushing your hand
and losing ten rubles
he yells out loud something from the coffin
the crowd fed his wife
without burying it in Christ
again these bald cats
nibble on Nikita's lips
he scolds them a little
but it looks rude
and he is already falling asleep
bored here, he wants to bunker
remembering the old days
return weizel weaving
waffles cannot stand up, rise, wake up
he swam with fat as always and just lies
and everyone is sure that he was trying to wake up
but the buchaitel woke up, and the waffle itself was sleeping