Текст песни ой хлеб хлебец колоски
Обновлено: 19.09.2024
На току кружатся птицы
Как немой укор лосям
Птица - урожай пшеницы
Интереснее чем людям.
Ешьте масло, ешьте сало,
Прямо прелесть, бутерброд,
Только если нету хлеба, как его засунуть в рот?
музыка: народная
слова: Андрей Ильков
исполняет: Фёдор Добронравов Birds are circling on the current
Like a dumb reproach to moose
Bird - Wheat Harvest
More interesting than people.
Eat butter, eat lard,
Straight lovely, sandwich,
Only if there is no bread, how can you put it in your mouth?
Oh, damn it, loaf.
A sprig of currants,
May they burn with fire
All reserves, Motherland!
There is no dough, no flour,
We sit quietly
And for everything we thank Mr. Zhmykhov!
Nadia is sitting in the store,
And on the shelves not shisha!
But all men know
How good, Nadia!
I'm not hard without work
I can sit here for days.
But my friends are evil,
The guys were in line!
Oh, cupcake, baguette,
Wheat spikelets,
Taking advantage of the fact that there is no bread
I'll arrange life!
Mendelssohn will play
Shoes, white dress
I bow down to the ground
Personally for Burdelov!
It's just boring at work
From call to call!
This torment is over
When the flour ended!
The mouse hanged itself in the warehouse
Cockroaches in patica!
Even the rats scattered
From this titanic!
Oh, loaf of bread
Spikelets sway
Let's stop eating buns
Waistlines will appear!
We rest beautifully
And the figure is great!
And for this we will thank Kharlavorov!
You need to live three hundred years
No reincarnation.
To go through all the circles of hell of the paradise administration!
Because sho . What's going on here?
Oh, creme brulee,
Melts, sprinkles.
May you have a sweet life
Everything sticks together there!
Wake up brother
Come outside!
Enough for us as a bureaucrat
Bend and slouch!
Oh, rice, beans,
Selected grains .
Oh they don't like their people
Foreign servants!
music: folk
lyrics: Andrey Ilkov
performed by: Fyodor Dobronravov
Читайте также: