Текст песни БОКА - Налей братишка мне чашу глубокую.

Pour me a cup of deep brother
Or maybe pick up a fence
And evil people over our graves
No hats sbroshut no tears shed

I walk down the street the whole street reeling
And on logs stretched punks
There Croutes mat , there's endless abuse
There the matter stands female 3 BR

You do not be sad , my favorite
And for you whatever I can find
And for you than anything I spicular
I blissed out and kicks kayfanu