Текст песни Центральный Гастроном - Зелёные огурчики

Pickles
Green cucumbers are jumping on the table
I drank a glass of vodka, I can not catch them
In the terrible hunchback figure looms
Grow hair to the navel, hanging nature
He squeezed the glass eye, the hand curled into a whip
Can I have a bottle to drink, I can not catch
A vile herring absolutely insolent
Break the jar inside canning sang the national anthem
Chorus: I can not live without wine
I have a sick soul
What would we treat, if barred
Still have survived, the lotion would be bought
Around the nation reeling and beard to toe
The dish finger poked, strive to offend
Aliens all green and it is no accident
All gowns white star on his forehead is burning
They grabbed me by the arm and dragged straight to heaven
Farewell, my bottle, but I'll be back - bonsai!
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