Текст песни Иван Кучин - А на бокале муха

And on the glass fly, and in a tavern Shalmali
Leaned bratuha named Drum
Come look sprinkle last Wednesday
Yes, I at this life in nature will fuck
Not on the shoulder jacket you choose for yourself
And it is unlikely now Murka play for you
Rather vykiduha at the throat crows
Blat, blat bratuha will come for all payment
Thou shalt me ​​to the grave in the liver dashing brother
We both rope tied one
And then someone can cross eye and lie to me
And, too, will find under the fence with a knife in the back
And on the glass fly, and in a tavern Shalmali
Leaned bratuha named drum
He lies with a smile rotten nepodstupny
Oh, you're my world of crime, oh you're my world thug
To forget the fact mokruhu period lies ahead
And uposledney whores cry on his chest
And in the morning to get up early and get up at all ...
So disgusting and nasty in a poisoned soul
Thou shalt me ​​to the grave in the liver dashing brother
We both rope tied one
And then someone can cross eye and lie to me
And, too, will find under the fence with a knife in the back