Текст песни ЭЛЕКТРОННЫЕ ШИШКИ - Шлягер

The stars are constantly creating masterpieces
And I sit in the bistro and Hawa shavermu
I am the most devoted fan of Jules Verne
I have sailed to the island, and there would be booze vermouth
I would probably swung the Aboriginal tribe
Get over it several Grammy Awards
Said Gough has died, and now I'm on a horse
As ninety-third on horseback was Kai Metov
I abruptly Magomed, mountain come to me
And they consist of hydroponic and stones
You better ohuey how cool I am rapper
Tёlochki love to touch and paste my shteker
This is my new hit, my new hit
On the palate, it is unique, as the soup of sorrel
Do not be sad, you in the dorm
Already heard the carts, as promised, I

I is not difficult to make those hits
When the circle is nonsense, when all of the Ponte underway
I am not a rich man, there is no bubble in the pockets
Maybe it's fate, but somehow the chicks go crazy