Текст песни Дно Физика - Наш физфаковский Посвят

And fucking bitching
Our fizfakovsky WWTP.
And who does not go to him,
He huylo and ebanat.

Fifteen times strayed from the road
Cocksucker-group leader
They just fag
And moral monsters.
And the weather cocks!

It is not known where the end
On the KP at all fucked up
Raskomandovalsya boy -
One can see a small huets.

I was tired for a long time,
And around one shit ...
I huynul bottle of vodka
And I felt all the same!

We are tied to the shin.
Shake ass to huyam.
And uobischa in suits
We climbed out of the bushes to us.

I nap granite science
Pepper many little sense.
Blue print on the hands,
decorate ebalo
Jam, Jam!

Jam all me.
Do not warm up by the fire
I turned back to the stage -
There's some garbage.

From the bushes sticking perdak.
Someone srot for our physics department.
For the physics department the same as for Russia -
And nazhrus and obosrus!

I returned to the tent,
Someone shat in my sleeping bag.
Each drunk lost
And I thought it sralnik.
I broke his fucking mouth.

We are on the bredom station.
Songs no longer sing.
Well, who squeals like a bitch -
That is probably an astronomer.