Текст песни Каста - Эй бабка

E, cousin, go to the gate, the lads came
Garno, come here. Allo.
Come in, the dog does not bite.
Marquisa, Fu! I went out!

Chorus:
Hey grandmother, tell me what
Come on, let me see, we’ll score the heel
For half a tint-pack, five nuclear missiles
Put on, shake, granddaughters, this is nowhere
Hey Babanka, how much are the borses?
Come on, let me look, we’ll take it to the sample
For half a tin package, for a stain-stack. There is no bunch.
No boshka? There is no boshka! There is no boshka!

This is life.
Wooh.a Unto otozhuu what? A? B!
Let him look there somewhere
Let, let it.n no. Fuuu! There is nothing there
And where? This is shege it is from it, I don’t understand
Come on? Well, how do you need it?
Hey, in short, this is how?!
I wanted something ...
Balin, forgot! From so Ota!
Ty, hear, do not make brains
Right now it will become bad from this longing
However, this can be relieved, so gut
??? But you can’t get such songs
Rise soda and you will understand me
I will say those like a sort of nuclear
We drew a tuta mustache, do not touch
There is this, quiet horror, fingertips

Chorus:

As the lads and I used to go to the villages
The song is dedicated to these Garm Days
The sun sho power on the ground shone
Stared on us. You have a yellow snout!
They jumped through the gate and in the gardens
? And run? On the hemp field, nature was generous
We are worn like animals, a sort of venture
Balls rolled, it was more funny for everyone
Boys,? Schit?
Although no, wait, burn, burn, burn
Alleo!
About that, after all, it is, those times, in the Rostov region it rains
There was life, un such things
I remember this time with warmth, yes
Eh it was such a and one, sho right wow
I can’t even describe everything.

*Kuritza Kuritsa*

Where did you run, well, come here!

Chorus:
Hey grandmother, tell me what
Come on, let me see, we’ll score the heel
For half a tint-pack, five nuclear missiles
Put on, shake, granddaughters, this is nowhere
Hey Babanka, how much are the borses?
Come on, let me look, we’ll take it to the sample
For half a tin package, for a stain-stack. There is no bunch.
No boshka? There is no boshka! There is no boshka!

Hey grandmother, tell me what
Come on, let me see, we’ll score the heel
For half a packet, five nuclear ...
Quiet.
Croopolism!
There is no such thing anywhere.
Hey Babanka, how much are the borses?
Come on, let me look, we’ll take it to the sample
For half a tin package, for a stain-stack. There is no bunch.
No boshka? There is no boshka! There is no boshka!

[Words go until the end of the song with grunts]
Hey, grass, grass-muravushka