Вершки и корешки

Moon like turnips, and the stars - beans .
Thank you mother for bread and salt
Soul back , and the body - shaw
Fun time comes, lads !

Spring rain watering deli .
Selivanov musician hanged himself with a scarf.
No one knew it would be funny
Nobody knew that all that would be funny !

Little boy found a gun
It so happened that he no longer lived .
In the kitchen he buttered piece
Chewed , washed down - and framed temple.

And while he ate and drank from the cup ,
Poet Bashlachev fell from the window - was killed .
Oh -yo load trap !
Another animal was put to our hands .

World awakened from deep sleep ,
And then came another big spring.
Tel groaned under the weight of the bed.
Such fun - just fucked your mother!

From his pen I broke the cap .
Walked along the road towards a dead peasant .
Breakfast , lunch and dinner
Little man is dead and we have not.

Moon like turnips, and the stars - beans
Thank you , mother , for bread and salt
Fun time is coming, friends .
Oh -yo , nowhere better ! Oh -yo fun impossible!
Oh -yo , nowhere better ! Oh -yo fun impossible!