Текст песни Аленьтьев - майская туристская

Not full of brotherly feelings,
And not because of bodybuilding,
I will start from Leningradsky at night
In the May attack of masochism,

 I swear at the gloomy sky
 I conjure the weather so
 After all, only schizos with morons
 Call it a hike.

Today it's raining, and tomorrow it's snowing
And bawdy mood.
Someone was yapping in the spring
About global warming?

 Cold water flows into my pants -
 I caught a bitch on the port side,
 And accept as if vomiting
 Enjoyment of discomfort.

There is a log in the middle of the river
Like my socks in the cold
So look, an overkill will happen -
He strives to dump the river into the river.

 I didn’t swim, so rejoice -
 Soon there will be a Bol. Fence
 After him, we’ll raise the degrees again,
 Correcting our health.

And the fire is dry and warm,
It smells of soup from the bag
And so that we are also lucky further
We will drink and sing until dawn.

 And a year later, when a friend
 Dirt sloshes underfoot
 I crawl like an insect
 All hung with backpacks ...

Not full of brotherly feelings,
And not because of bodybuilding,
I will start from Leningradsky at night
In the May attack of masochism,

 I swear at the gloomy sky
 I conjure the weather so
 After all, only schizos with morons
 Call it a hike.