ß òàùó òåáÿ çà íîãè
â ïðèäîðîæíûå êóñòû.
Íå åáàòü æå íà äîðîãå
êîðîëåâó êðàñîòû.
> I am dragging to the bushes
> this would-soon-be-legend.
> Kinda shy of fucking here
> Queen of Beauty Pageant..
Íå õîäèòå, äåâêè, çàìóæ
Íè÷åãî õîðîøåãî
Óòðîì âñòàíåøü - ñèñüêè íàáîê
È ï.çäà âçúåðîøåíà
> My advice to future bride:
> Don"t get married, silly!
> Morning comes - your boobs aside,
> Snatch is rumpled illy...
Ñèäèò Êîëÿ ó âîðîò
è íå ïëÿøåò, íå ïîåò.
Îí ñèäèò íè áý, íè ìý -
îäíà åáëÿ íà óìå
> Nick is sitting at the door,
> Neither dancing, singing nor,
> He is sitting, deaf and dumb,
> Thinking only "Whom to hump?"
> Little Nickie is very sad:
> doesn"t want to ride moped,
> doesn"t want to ride his horse
> wants to have an intercourse.