Текст песни пора - худеть

Directly to the ground take out your cheeks
Even cry, even cry, you're fat
With the booty to the ground take out your bread
Though simple, though sit, you are fat

I beg you to do something
stomach and want to remove the cubes themselves back
I'm tired to sew a suit of sails
The complex is not just me among elephants
By massage, fitnasam not fit I'm close
in my sides lost 3ya masseuse
Vooot how? people go!
Calm grow thin it happens ...

fat man is he from cheburek,
of fatty burgers with an addition!
zhirakam about these wines always say,
but you get used to it, you're fat!

donuts, croissants, muffins
lasagna, stuffed zucchini,
sausage and spaghetti with vetchinoooy
pancakes, hotdogs and dumplings with shaurmoooy
cabbage rolls, bishmarmak, ontrikot,
Roast for home and Kampot
we pour mayonnaise these charms
this will destroy you if you eat after six ...

Fat men of the earth, if only hands all come
on the neck of land would appear beads!

I clasp! =)