Текст песни Hobbbiton - Пили свой сук

Leave a couple of coins in the morning, the morning of dreary Butor
Youngsters put on a dick, like put on skutor
In army another year again in a circle
Paragliding leads girlfriends arm

Inspired by boredom, I give the masses of sound here
Poetic talent, verse illness
Life is not and you pilish himself this branch
Frontier zero, the crowd frames prodigal

Girls buckets, Tuscany gum in the bag
The odd lived essence, if lived as a platter
to get under the methylene blue, the studio
And lay out the track, the overall your court

In fact, these fag all obossut
The guys in batches, to whom it shall be the ruble
This doshirak who tiramisu
Stub of what is needed, because a hard time

Every morning can be found in pond
Pray do not pray not appreciate your work
Lay the table clean oilcloth
It does not matter on a branch red, or yellow