Текст песни Илья Мэддисон - С 8 марта

No worse than nothing in the world, than the stench of not mocking rotten women, that the days and nights on the planet moisthed their fatty ride. I all praise them and the tooth on every point, and I even kill at night, then I drove my horseradish. So, I congratulated on March 8 of our ladies on March 8. What a pity that God gave them brain, giving him all the men. Well, or something like this :)