Текст песни Мурзилки International - Поздний вечер в Кукуево

On your eyelashes tears,
You do not cry for fun.
All threats come true:
We were sent to the potatoes.

You're in the hands compress the globe,
Looking for a place of deployment.
Late, Masha! Get in the bus,
We're going to hang out in the field.

Late Kukuyev! ..
We are a not handle the weather.
There is one game -
Moonshine refuel.
Thirty-three skinny profile! ..
To what compliments.
Harvesting potatoes
Killed students.

We're almost strangers.
Obtyanuli bone skin.
In the capital of nostalgia
It reflected on the face.

Lips hungering lips looking
Macaroni and kisses.
Above the wind whistling fields
Damn you, Kukuev edge!

Late Kukuyev! ..
We are a not handle the weather.
There is one game -
Moonshine refuel.
Thirty-three skinny profile! ..
To what compliments.
Harvesting potatoes
Killed students.