Текст песни Александр Лаэртский - Командир сельской почты - I

On the meadow grazing jib
Young , with a shrill neck
In the sky, they hiss of different birds
I was sitting under a bush with a book
Red berries rowan
The sun shines fun
And farmers with a rake
Sow flax yes millet differently
golden-haired girl
In stroyotryadovskom pea jacket
Instead of tea drinking Voditsa
Do not eat soup , and pasta
To Ass thin
Passion does not like tolstozhopye
The commander of stroyotryada
Young Uzbek vests
Without teeth with swollen nose
Deftly he shuffles the cards
And in the face of his beating
In board drunken partners
But slapping him on the dick
Wife ran away from him
goggle-eyed Jew
Without eyelashes, eyebrows and boobs
She decided to do
In the Moscow Institute of Communications
And really wants to work
Commander Rural Mail