Текст песни ДК - Новый поворот

I spit on you, why the heck I love?
And in the store vermouth hanygami eat
I, as an intellectual, I drink again "bull blood"
And your favorite song on the radio listening

Engineer your blyuёt, pushing his hips
Tie all mandoezom popachkan, nishtyak!
I loved it, your skliznyaka
Never mind that in the urine of his new jacket

I'm tired of you, and you do not care
You're in a wheelbarrow from his soul pritorchish
I do not love you for a long time and snot
I smeared a portrait of where you stand with Valka

You plyuёsh in my face when I'm off
On the other vyzhru wine each, and I beat you in the face
While you are waiting for your engineer to pass
I like a moose in your machine Spahr rate

Let my vest wrinkled, let tattooed old
Let the cowards will not be erased, I umpteenth year
And let him in my house owls are asleep,
When I was looking for some full Kearney "turn"

Here! New turn!
And the engine roars!
What he brings to us?
The bottom, or the hood?
Or blyuёt
We the collar!

Here! New turn!
And the engine roars!
What he brings to us?
The bottom, or the hood?
Or blyuёt
We the collar!

Here! New turn!
And the engine roars!
What he brings to us?
The bottom, or the hood?
Or blyuёt
We the collar!

Here! New turn!
And the engine roars!
What he brings to us?
The bottom, or the hood?
Or blyuёt
We the collar!