Singer: Disco Crash. Page 3

How can that be, what do you do
Will not Frost Grandfather
I may die,
And I still have in Chile and Peru,
I in Algeria, in Niagara,
Me in Odessa and Samara,
On Tibet, on Taiwan,
In the Caucasus and the Kuban,
In Argentina, The Netherlands,
Have pity on my tonsils.
Grams about dust,
Even without toast.
To world rush
We should practice,
Here will pour, there will pour
Don't know but kill.

New Year to us rushes
Soon everything will happen
That dream will come true,
Again we are deceived, nothing will.
The wait is long,
Soon to be tree.
Only little wing
If the Santa Claus song the children will sing.
If father Christmas children choir will not call.
If the Santa Claus of children from harm will not save.

I am Grandfather frost, cotton beard,
I'm a little screwy.
I was told me here waiting
So we catch up here.
Pour me more wine,
I carry gifts to Poland
With bag in hand
And the guard Cossacks.
Dance next to the Christmas tree,
Maybe a pine tree.
Sorry, there is only now
Snow maiden with me.
We walked together from Kamchatka
But it went to ***Ki.
So we will be without it,
What to do, e-my!

Oh, wait, only that here was a woman alive!
Yeah, they are already glasses on the balcony - ish, pots ringing.
Hairy, one hundred pounds, in the kitchen a minimum of two.
But the mumbler of all time little space -
he's always in the bushes, in attics in basements Yes.
In short, it may be enough? May end up then?
I do not understand: we have a hip hop party or ***ing house?
Let's get ready to dance-that, in fact,
I still a super mega DJ and not a pianist in a brothel.

So, what, dance? I do not teach you.
Let's up fun. Hey there, stop teasing me.
I'm angry, I'm hungry, my head in the morning mess.
You are so fashionable dance here, and I'm at work after all.
Share to share, Oh, share, share angry rap.
Maybe spit - shut up, go get the girl, or what?
While spinning drives someone to cuddle;
I'll go grab that ass, Yes, Tits.

All the guys are wearing, girls all wore makeup!
At first everything was lit up, and after did send someone.
Here repair for a week - that was spectacular fun!
And, apparently, again all over the bed.
Now, I'm leaving the redhead to the balcony.
And then I'll go to the kitchen with two of those out.
And I will take all who remained, and climb into the attic.
And fat cost - it is sausage right!

So true! Who? You, hairy, like, we'll MC it.
Then let baby face in the morning is with the police rams.
And glasses we will do a one-man band!
And let the record turns fat DJ with our entrance!
There are drums, guitar, and fashion plates.
I mean, like, today appointed party.

Today my dad bought me new speakers.
Now you're all dead! Neighbors, hang up, scum!

Everyone in the room, move with us
So we shook themselves, walls and floor!
All know is a test house we are given,
Hip-hop, house and rock-n-roll.

When you go out late in the evening of the Accident, do everything the way we agreed.
Here whether you, whether he, whether I'm here waiting for you country Malinia.
The time goes unnoticed here on foot in just 15 miles,
And you can sit behind the wheel, push the pedal, looking with both eyes into the crimson distance.
Here are lilies of the valley, tulips, forget-me-not, here the girls go crimson lips,
So here ozone, here this music here, whether you, or I, or he.
Spit on your palm RUB my crimson hair, here you will have an unforgettable youth.
Here, whether he, whether I'm here waiting for you country Malinia.

One and all are raspberries on holiday, how many people: raspberry, different.
Here came the crimson boss, at the time of leaving the post of margarine.
He is happy to have friends because it's great when everything here on this side of the fence.
He goes and rushes after him: "Here it is king crimson summer"!
It is the same as you: is not high he is not proud, he in the morning out in crimson city,
He presses on the gas, he doesn't like the brakes and lights smile in a crimson eyes,
He takes the guitar - can be heard, we will sing today, if possible,
He knows this - just hang in there, give all raspberry life!

Crimson day is coming to an end, and we are here with you in a crimson forest,
We sing songs under a pale raspberry shimmer raspberry constellations.
Crimson the color of my brave pants as the sun lights all around,
I immerse myself in the dance rhythms and there is nothing to try to rush, there's nowhere to go.
Look there, where the sunset so crimson, you see the house only half.
It will remind you in the morning, one crimson night one crimson Paradise
The holiday, which we've noted here, and that there is no Malinova it to white light.
Hey, diskjockey, charge records, the Accident goes to Malinki!

Here forge hip-hop!
You hesitated!
Th-Oh! Hip-hop maniacs,
All night at the point of attack.
Fight against all!
Fight against all!
The rhythms of naked streets,
Here you against all!
You are one against all!

Look, an Accident gives advice
What villain should be an answer,
So you understand that last asshole
Of course, if he's not a foreigner...
Understand, because you're so healthy elk,
You're very shibles,
And even if the major you end got, tell him:
- Comrade major, you know, right?