Текст песни Данила Master - Счастливый полдень

Allow me to squat,
Let me bready boiling water,
Let me go through the window,
I will never come.

It seems that the world is ruled by a black brother,
It seems that he, too, luck,
And I'll give the cops your machine,
Let them shoot "eshkin compote."

You do not understand someone who was not alive,
Togo, who are on the right track,
His road to the day, putting,
At noon all happy to find.