| Ha-ha!.. Serpent, Hamil, Vladi...
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| Varganim topics from day to day!..
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| There is a strong smell of apples everywhere... Especially here...
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| See how to:
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| We take an apple
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| Three glasses of milk
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| Flour…
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| In the meantime
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| We cut saury ...
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| - Let me chop the onion!
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| ... we cook ourselves,
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| We take food in Kaluzaevo.
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| Just a little glow -
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| The stoves are full of wood
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| flooded
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| oil pans,
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| I'm hot as hell...
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| Beat the face
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| To the one who left the matches on the stove!
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| Pour some water into buckwheat, and brandy for me,
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| Open the window!..
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| I tell you: where did you put the saury?
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| - I cook it. |
| From the bow I cry and yell ...
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| Bracho, you cook old saury instead of fresh!
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| We cook, fry in lard, salt ...
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| Try it yourself, or are you pissed?
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| Pour us in the kitchen
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| We're better off in the evenings
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| When there is cognac and ham!..
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| - Let's finish it!
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| Everything is the final touch:
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| We started at eleven
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| How much right now?
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| - Three!
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| Only four hours - and we get
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| From a pile of products, one pie for tea!
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| Change the rusty ones
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| Knives for daggers!
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| Turn up the heat, brother! |
| Turn up the heat!
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| Here is the only recipe from us, perhaps:
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| Turn up the heat, brother! |
| Turn up the heat!
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| Change the rusty ones
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| Knives for daggers!
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| Turn up the heat, brother! |
| Turn up the heat!
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| Here is the only recipe from us, perhaps:
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| Turn up the heat, brother! |
| Turn up the heat!
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| The neighbors rattled
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| Pots until midnight...
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| So you can only try
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| Being a gourmet!
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| But I also suffer so much
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| Some kind of mania
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| When I compose...
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| I thought while I was in the bath:
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| Like a cake recipe
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| I can chat
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| Any of the young
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| How to deal with rhyme...
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| About everything, but little by little, with liveliness ...
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| But I will stop when I get to the trick.
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| Your own secret is like the peak of passions,
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| So it pulls him to give out ...
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| But friend, I'm sorry
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| What follows what, and how big are the handfuls,
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| And how to mix - I will keep silent with pleasure!
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| How long with patience
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| Does my idea need to come to a boil?
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| I'm exhausted in search of zest,
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| Wake up when dusk comes...
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| I also want to be in the shoes of a cook
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| How to become a character for a successful story.
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| This profession is close to me in any case,
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| I would go to culinary - let them teach me!
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| Change the rusty ones
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| Knives for daggers!
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| Turn up the heat, brother! |
| Turn up the heat!
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| Here is the only recipe from us, perhaps:
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| Turn up the heat, brother! |
| Turn up the heat!
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| Change the rusty ones
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| Knives for daggers!
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| Turn up the heat, brother! |
| Turn up the heat!
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| Here is the only recipe from us, perhaps:
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| Turn up the heat, brother! |
| Turn up the heat!
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| I made beats
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| So that later the words from the mouths
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| They flew out and laid down in a layer!
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| This is a special recipe
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| To face
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| All our sects
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| Approval found dessert!
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| I don't wear glitter
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| In my sketches
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| I didn't forget
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| old ways
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| Make rap hard!
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| There will be something like this! |
| Not without taste!
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| Come on, try it! |
| Appetite woke up?
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| Do you have old records?
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| Bring them to me
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| I resurrect them
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| I'll make it out of the dirt
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| In the best fragment of the bright notes of the most
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| Two centuries later,
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| How did someone write them!
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| And I'll settle them again
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| in concert halls,
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| And the forgotten composer
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| If he knew
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| How it sounds with an electric guitar beat!
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| Serpent, tell me and bring saury here ... |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Добавь жару, artist - Каста.