Текст песни Орест Лютий - Алла Лабуда

And now on the glamor we start the tour,
This track is not for beggars and not for fools.
I will put your brains on the pump.
I will read a ferocious rap on a fashionable singer.

Swarovski Rheses, legendary laughs.
TV, all things, ponty not for the scene.
Crowds of admirers, makeup is brandy.
Administrator, true, gay, since he's all on pontics.
But about gays it is not necessary, because they will not let to Europe.
They are a bit different people and love how they want.
Our people are simple as beets are ecological.
They love the magazine Niva, the whimsical bastards.
They need everything so that everything is beautiful.
To shine, sang, looked stupidly stylish.
For everything like in Hollywood, or here in Kakhovka.
Remember him, well, that's one of the most powerful ones.
He had a wife, a beautiful, beautiful girlfriend.
It's a pity a man, he was drunk, drunk.
The whole state on nio has lowered,
And she threw him, and from that he was asleep.

Chorus:
She, she, she's so cool.
She is she - Pjevitsa Alla Labuda.
They are they, they are so cool.
Breast, breasts breasts, Alla Labuda.

Here you are saying that Alla is a pervar beauty.
And you know how much it costs, so that people will like it.
So, the nose is equal - about twenty pieces.
The priest, legs, and lips are the top ten, the top ten, the top ten.
Insert in breast breast implants.
And the bra is in the rhinestones, as in Nasti Volochkova.
Plus a hairdresser and lover makeup artist.
Well, this is in case you are not a budget artist.

Our Alla is not that; she's a SuperStar star.
In hard currency receives its fee.
And again, to put it in the buttocks, lips, nose,
New wardrobe, and then got this makeup artist.
Who is old Philip, and no, Alyoshin eyes.
Listen, but tell the truth that he is ... patras.
I did not hold the candle, but we will not be gay.
We ended up with that, we got into a trance.

Chorus.

And at the end of this glamorous ballad.
I will reveal to you a bit of naked truth.
Pop singers are often unhappy.
In the literal sense, they are torn apart frequently.
Proponents, speakers, business people.
Children, props, courtiers, lizards.
They would be alone, think about the soul.
Embark BigMac, stand under a hot shower.
And a little pain, again creeping to the right.
The implant in flight, barely exploded, bastard!
All the time there are some Ponts, Ponts and wild nerves.
There is a process of aging, as here does not become sterile.
Every year, attend courses of crocheting and sewing.
Sit on the diet, because you will be like a pig.
And then they say that the artists are like freaks.
Do not trust little, trust your nature.

Chorus.