Текст песни Photosynthez - Shchi

In childhood with a grandmother in the village we went to the village council,
And twenty years later, I read Russian rap.
My rap is naive art, better meaning not looking for
While I ruble cabbage and cook soup from it.
A hare threw the mistress, he had a migraine,
He lived for a long time and happily, and died in one day.
Crying pussy in the corridor, pussy wants to the sea
Her cat worked the whole year - nothing worked.
There is a history of Russia - no history of love,
Nightingle singing beautifully, we sing as sparrows.
In the pumpkin, the carriage was drunk, there is no plot in this fairy tale,
What is wrong, then right, carefully with the post of modern