Сваты песня про хлеб текст
Обновлено: 18.09.2024
Ой, рис, фасоль - зернышки отборные.
Ой, не любят свой народ слуги инородные. Birds swirl on the current, like a silent reproach to the authorities!
Wheat crops are more interesting for birds than for people.
There is butter, there is lard, just the delight of a sandwich.
Only if there is no bread, how to put it in your mouth?
Oh, damn it, a loaf, a sprig of currant!
Yes, they burn with fire - all the reserves of the Motherland.
There is no dough, no flour - we sit quietly.
And for all we thank Mr. Zhmykhov.
Nadia is sitting in the store, but not a hitch on the shelves!
But all the men know how Nadia is good.
I’m not tight without work, I can sit here for days.
But to me, to the evil of friends, the guys stood in line.
Oh, cupcake, baguette, wheat spikelets!
The good is that there is no bread, I’ll arrange a personal life.
Mendelssohn will play! Shoes, white dress.
A bow from me personally for Burdelov.
At work, just boredom, from the bell to the bell!
This meal ended when the meal ended.
The mouse hanged itself in a warehouse, cockroaches in batik.
Even the rats fled from this Titanic.
Oh, bread, bread, spikelets swing!
Let's stop eating bread - the waist will appear.
We rest beautifully and with a healthy figure
And for this we will say “thank you” to Kholmogorov.
Three hundred years you need to live without reincarnation.
To go through all the circles of hell of the district administration.
Because it is accurate .
- What's going on here?
- And here we are . This is .
- What are you here, is it?
- Well it.
- The shooting is stopped!
Oh creme brulee - melts, crumbles!
May everything stick out of your sweet life there!
Wake up bro! Come outside.
Enough for us to bend and stoop under the bureaucrat.
Oh, rice, beans - perfect seeds .
Oh, foreign servants do not like their people.
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