Текст песни Рыбий смех - Фил

Phil road that head ?
Fell fierce snow.
Where does the king in the winter ,
Offended at all?
He was plagued by vague pain,
He criticizes himself and executioner.
Your doctor near you ,
So , baby, do not cry !

Philippe you were dead !

From the sky the stars it is not enough,
He was modest and clean,
But the audience tore his soul :
So defenseless Artist !
God gives us at times muzzles ,
But there is one piece of advice :
If they laugh at you ,
Give them according rozham back !

Philippe you were dead !