Текст песни Армейские - Кот Матроскин

Kot Matroskin - this surname
He writes a letter to Uncle Theodore
All their works they throw quickly come
Fedor in trouble Buttermilk
Previously, it was all great
Uncle Pechkin as usual
In the morning mail brought us.
Moonshine in the basement driven
Suddenly the cops have tied
We banged and taken to the Cheka
Ball tortured Head
Boots kicked in mug
But the ball is also not a fool
Major had called a bitch
He scratched his hand
And for that it in the camp ...

Kot Matroskin great chief says
My cow produces three tons of milk
If we agree
I could and Share
And he had me by the tail and with a sock
I know we know who gave
It Pechkin festering fagot
That return ball and then
Hit the first frost
Buda blood and tears will
But we have a bubble and three wreaths