Текст песни Каловые корки - Янку

I walked through the woods after drinking
I collected grebes in a jar
I left soon for a clearing

On the couch, like a bait
sunbathing Moldovanka
Approached. He asked me how to call

What do you think? of course
The foreigner was called Yanka
Mother of the Yankee Parisian

Appearance in! Straight Posture
There is one vice, though.
I lost the bar
I even dropped a bottle

How did you know that our Yanka
Convinced Lesbian

I want Janku to stay
To brew me a hodgepodge
so what if that lesbian
She is still a citizen