Текст песни Биток от егорки - шишка стаил

I remember the first kata called him Murzik
He smelled so good sasiskoy
Everything was great, but his stabbed and basta!
And now no one with whom I Murkasttsa
I loved him and stabbed him
Later I learned that they slaughtered every day
I have been told that, but I did not believe.
But now I believe my Shaurmyshnaya
I run on a warehouse and a pile spend Koshak,
I cut them from Monday to Monday,
Tears drip like fresh soup
This cheburek spoiled and vnёm cheyto eyes
I want to cheburek you ate?
I want you to take four of them!
This is not a cat that you would understand:
a dog and a parrot ball!

CHORUS:

What have you done the cat?
We will not see you happy!
In the village of battery plates.
I have a lot Rink ...

I hate you, Vakhtan!
you now have a Problem!
In the village of battery plates.
I have a lot Rink ..