Текст песни Полковник и однополчане - Беда с сапогами

Blockages sunset eyed,
but a nice night.
Pulls Hare soup grandfather Mazaya.
Stacked on the floor of the stoves
very ugorevshuyu daughter
Wearing a shotgun, crawl out on the trail.

Pobrozhu the swamp,
Check mushroom places,
Released his soul to bask in the stars.
Yes, conscience is necessary
Correct grave ment,
What spring scared me a shot in the air.

The trouble with boots -
In the spring of something completely worn out.
Sima to yourself -
So I would not knowingly ruining them.

Sherudilo wild boars and bears
The state farm garden.
The owl is his swan song.
Molknet seeing me -
He knows bastard, never once falling.
Well, yes, I'm in no hurry - with him is interesting.

The heaven of me
Bride counted as moons.
Already long ago I put his hut Skra.
I walked with him,
Like horseradish sorcerer -
I turned to shit,
And as the back - I do not know.

The trouble with boots -
In the spring of something completely worn out.
Sima to yourself -
So I would not knowingly ruining them.

Here's sit, smoke,
Yes, I go back,
Emboldened-satisfied gulp of moonshine.
Yes, look in on the path -
There's the morning gribnichki Concertina.
Suddenly, big boots - there are still two rounds.
The trouble with the boots ...