Текст песни Ори Зона - босяцкая

Lacquer kotsy, Clift, Olya
Red hips, cabbage, rings, Fendel
Tramps that it is not necessary
For me, one joy,
To get to the cheekbone crunched three rubles!

Urkagany I shook his hand,
Church with domes pinned on his back
Behind four separate raids
Pour a little more vodka
Who said the truth in wine

Let not the rest of garbage
Do not catch them for anything lucky thief
Cigarette we'll urging,
Honor bosyachyu not drop
And to sit still enough time to

Do not rush devchonochka home!
I wish that you spend a night
What's the legs that in the chest!
Objections will not be,
If I'll take Kent.

Rejoice, beauty, drink wine,
And what we will be tomorrow, vagabonds, still
He tells the truth, someone
What is the capital bosota
Behind us for a long time