Текст песни вот это дело рыбалка пикничок
Обновлено: 21.11.2024
Уж Федя снасти готовит бойко,
А Жорка - мастер любой попойки,
А я в процессе сей подготовки
Займусь проверкой экипировки.
Ветер, как пьяный, в лесу гуляет,
Нагрянул дождик и поливает,
Сидим в палатке и дуем водку,
Все за рыбалку, да за погодку.
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Dealings much time is short,
So everything has got so sick of everything!
Tell me, Zhorik, and where our Fyodor?
We're going to go fishing today.
Already Fyodor tackle prepares smartly
A Zhora - master any drinking,
And I'm still in the process of preparation
Clean the test equipment.
With Fedyuney in a wheelbarrow loaded all,
Tired even break.
Sitting, waiting Zhora, and he was
With a full trailer - razduharilsya!
He was there with a kid pinned Bazaar
And the seven boxes of edible goods.
Sunset holiday - barbecue, Ushytsya,
Biting a little, so as not to get drunk.
That's it - fishing, picnic!
Throw, bro, swag in backpack,
And on a fishing trip on the river, to the campfire, fishing!
That's it - fishing, picnic!
Throw, bro, swag in backpack,
And on a fishing trip on the river, to the campfire, fishing!
Wind, like a drunk, walks in the woods,
Rain descended, and watering,
We sit in the tent and the wind blows vodka
All for fishing, but for the weather.
By the morning of dispersal, scatter the morning.
It will soon be porozoveet sky.
We do not get bored, not in a hurry,
But to pump up and cuts!
Suddenly the night have someone wets,
Dubem and hard about the way,
Good scratch bruises and bumps,
Evacuating, bro!
Fedka awake enough gun,
Suddenly starts to shoot,
Russian without a fight, but do not give up!
And not Russian - when drunk!
That's it - fishing, picnic!
Throw, bro, swag in backpack,
And on a fishing trip on the river, to the campfire, fishing!
That's it - fishing, picnic!
Throw, bro, swag in backpack,
And on a fishing trip on the river, to the campfire, fishing!
Oh, sorry not captured rockets!
Of all calibers blindly beaten.
Yes we would only break to the jeep!
And then you can stay a week.
Zhora sensibly threw a grenade,
Never saw one tent.
I gave a couple of volleys from the & quot; & quot ;, Beretta
Dark is something that's you for this!
Repulsed like already getting light,
And who knows that with a hangover?
Sushina wind fell on us,
Almost all fishing is not ruined!
& Quot; And where our goat?! & Quot; - Suddenly remembered Zhora.
Himself all worked up, shotgun in hand.
On the battlefield after the bombing
Lie left horns and legs.
That's it - fishing, picnic!
Throw, bro, swag in backpack,
And on a fishing trip on the river, to the campfire, fishing!
That's it - fishing, picnic!
Throw, bro, swag in backpack,
And on a fishing trip on the river, to the campfire, fishing!
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