Текст песни Мертвые Груши - Философ в бане

Philosophy in the bath ( K.Prutkov )

Fully me Levkonoya , elastic iron hand ;
Enough of my loins to slide along the waist .
You Call Diskometa , belt - shod Taurus ;
The work of your sweet fast it will change you.
Experience Taurus and strong ; his overweening ointments !
In just jump back and in the neck you are rested fifth .
You , meanwhile, Shchekotov me a little hairless crown ;
Plow up by science forehead softly roses decorate .