Текст песни Ваня Воробей - Хреновый зять

Your parents do not drink
Do not smoke and do not use foul language
On Sundays, they go to church
And the opera in the evening
And I still do not understand
How could you contact me
intelligent girl
And ill-mannered boy

Yes, he's a tear off and throw
Yes, he is an ordinary crook
In addition to his this guitar
Has nothing more he
And you need a good
And you need a decent
That with wealth and more
And by the hands that had a diploma

That was his own apartment
And not a room in a hostel
Yes, you look at his face
Do not you f you look at his face
Yes he has in fact for the soul
As a street away from the tramp
Written on my forehead : offender
Written on my forehead , sho drunk

Their bawdy these songs
The taverns , but on the entrances
His smoked hoarse
Drunken voice sings
Yes, you must understand that you do not
Never a bride
We understand what you love
But over time, will be held

They do not know me at all
Oh , how in general so you can
And we meet prohibit
Still can not fucking understand
They are , as they say , is judged
About the book only by its cover
But when they open the book
Understand that I am a good son-in