Текст песни valik slovo - маршрут нашего звука

Word:
The German interior, I swaddle a baby!
Suede and my finger without burr,
Smoke sluggish climbs through the small window,
Even he knows that the Germans rabid Japanese!
But why, then kaeny like mountaineers
They stele with pride.
It has long been no news that our brother loves
Heel to finish so completely.
Debris from the center squeeze debris from the area,
And this is not a movie, I'm sorry, there's no ushatayut details
Salam from the abyss!
What nonsense when there are not any that is solved
Without organized crime,
In detail there is thanked here carry,
When for Kaifu big style
In large cut meat with bones there,
According to beauty here to stay,
And I think to live there nada de warmer,
Under the palm trees, where the alley round the mausoleum,
After six there with cool sea breathes,
They trust us, zinger lost among the demons,
Later, what would then move a green suitcase!
Apricots slepenkie!

Word and Mitja:
Microphone wire zvukovuha
Grater for life here constant bratuha! (X3)

Mitja:
Microphone wire zvukovuha
That's the route the sound!