You're funny to piss, purely the soul of the company
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Your kicks are something highly intelligent
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Parents prophesy the future soon on Channel 1,
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Instead of Tsikalo, you stand with Vanya Urgant,
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On the Blue Light everything is in a frenzy, Ivan is sad,
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All the grandmothers of the country now do not have a soul in you,
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You are the voice of a generation, your ship has landed
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You convey thanks to Dad, Mom, that you were conceived.
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You won’t get into the corman for a word - it’s very valuable,
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Your crown is a joke about the nose of Gosha Kutsenko,
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And it all started so modestly, with home concerts, in a triangular hat
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You are a cunt standing on a stool,
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But now you are an invited guest at all corporate parties,
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With a microphone on stage, you give people smiles,
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For a fee, those of zeros can be made a chain -
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It's very cool
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Thanks everyone, I'm done.
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Chorus: (x2)
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All I need to be happy
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It's to feel at least a part
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That big world, give me at least an hour,
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And I didn’t come into the world for nothing!
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And here you are again descending to the ground,
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After these fantasies, you cut in that your life is still the same!
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All your potential is limited to clapping keys
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With a negative connotation for those who decided to raise the dough!
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Back in school, you were a guy with a difficult share,
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At recess, he grabbed his legs with his ass like a soccer ball,
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I ran to the toilet during the lessons exclusively,
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I hoped for help by complaining to teachers!
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EVERYONE YOU KNOW AROUND WAS ASKING THE QUESTION:
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“WHAT DO YOU DO YOUR HAIR FOR? |
PUSSY UNDER THE NOSE!?”
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BUT WHEN COMING HOME, THE SCALE OF SELF-ASSESSMENT
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I GROW UP LIKE AN OLD FUCK HERE!
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And here you are again on a horse,
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You joke there is no end to jokes:
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"Lesha go eat, we have matzah for lunch today!"
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But these are just dreams that will not come true, fortunately,
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When you press a key, don't break your wrist!
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Chorus (x2). |