Singer: Willy Tokarev

But I was a fool to love you alone,
For me it's you down to the bottom!
The life of the tractor mutilated,
And wounds of the heart is not healed.

Remember, bitch, I'm vindictive,
Starve - put the cross stone.

In a noisy farce likes to have fun
And eat wonderfully joyful people.
Lev-Paganini, if angry,
He his violin all absolutely insane.
And if you put a quarter
So he will play and not.

Forelock, forelock, curly forelock!
You don't curl in the wind.
Oh, pocket, pocket my you full of holes,
You're not the NRA, not like a thief!

I uvlekaysya sport fishing.
I catch fish in the rain, heat and snow.
And not discourage from fishing even with a stick
I love fishing as an athlete, as a person.
Oh, tail, scales,
I've caught nothing!

In a noisy farce was a regular
Teacher known Vadik-pianist.
Let it brilliant, the stars may have enough,
But my mind is somewhere he is not quite clean.
Our Vadik was pretty much -
He is a pianist and... teacher.

In a noisy farce love to gather
Crooks, thugs, thieves of all stripes.
Who came to drink, who came to fight,
Who came to hear the latest news.
When I go into a farce,
Then charge your revolver.

We drove Gypsies - do not catch up,
They sang a song - do not understand
They had a guitar - is not configured,
And, in General, did not understand.
Bottle of wine - not a headache,
And it hurts the one who does not drink anything.

I came from the village
This large town.
Very hard to figure out
Where is West and East.
Skyscrapers, skyscrapers,
but I am a little...
Then I'm afraid, it makes me sad,
You lose your peace.