Текст песни WOR - Юрий Хованский

Yury Khovansky
Hey-kei-yo dog hooligan.
God with a glass of beer!
Crispy mane.

Yura on the Channel Lemon!
It looks a whole million!
Yura loves alcohol!
Removes "video chat-trol"
He plays the guitar.
Smokes expensive cigars.
Yura does not walk in the park!
He bombed with friends on a foreign car!

(Chorus)

Yura loves Shawarma, does not buy alone.
He treats the brutal.
They eat her threesome!
Instead of tea beer drink.
Sometimes he will whispel, but certainly not a kartvit!
Yura is not some kind of ebanat!
That is why I am your fan.

(Hello)

Yura will be gangster
(By whom?)
Gangster!
(What for?)
And no one else.
YURET-BRATCH!
Let's break the noise fucking
After all, he is so scoundrel!

Noise, you pizdets.