Текст песни Вхид у зминному взутти - Сирко собака

You know Sulfur, my kome, Sirka my dog,
Once I went to hunt with him - in zimka it was,
Gun took a shotgun, and also a pistol! Yes!
And he thought that the mind would not save, no!
I went with Circus to hunt, oh, I said that
Once I went to Omid, Sulfur took with me,
Sirko, my dog, went with me to the bear,
And there was that - I'll tell you later!
Sirko, my dog, Sirko, my dog, a dog,
Sirko, my dog, Sirko, my dog, dog!

Sniffing into a gun in two trunks of tight jackets,
The bear was thinking of falling over, can a boar,
With animals I have an old war,
So I really thought that the bear was Khan.
And straight from the forest and see the hill
There may indeed be a bear, maybe a wild boar,
Sir, I'm running for you, you know, kome, then my dog,
As I go to the bear, I take it to the forest.
Sirko, my dog, Sirko, my dog, a dog,
Sirko, my dog, Sirko, my dog, dog!

If a bear with a bear, where is the head? ..
Bear in wisely to poke - not simple words,
And I see a blow from the hole on the hill
That is precisely a gargle and a bear there.
Is it possible that the error is, the optical deception,
And that is not a griffin, and there's a boar sitting there,
But I was not scared, I took the gun,
Sirko, my dog, covered me from behind.
Sirko, my dog, Sirko, my dog, a dog,
Sirko, my dog, Sirko, my dog, dog!

If there is a garbage next to it, then there is no way back.
It's important to know where the head is, and where the bear's back is.
If there is no way back, then there is & quot; questions two & quot ;,
And where's the back of the hollow, and where, I'm blaming my head? ..
Shoot the bear at random - it looks stupid,
It is important first of all to find out where the head, where the ass,
There are two holes in the hills, one is a little beggar,
There should be a head there, and the other one is slightly higher.
I do not understand that and Sirko is my dog
Where is the head of the hollow, and where, I am accused of a sword ...
Sirko, my dog, Sirko, my dog, a dog,
Sirko, my dog, Sirko, my dog, dog!

Slay yourself a little bit of good tobacco
Because we do not burn with Sulfur, Sirko is my dog,
I poured myself on myself, kume, because I still have,
Sirko, my dog, he does not drink vodka.
So I aimed my rifle and dug two jacquards,
There, where a head, a bear, or a wild boar,
Hugging and hiding, the ditches of the berth itself
And the bear is done, because I think I hit it.
And suddenly from behind something heavy on my shoulder - a ghetto,
Whether a bear or a wild boar, I think everything - cap,
And I see that Sirko, and that Sirko, then I hear
And I understand that Sirko and I do not stop.
Sirko, my dog, Sirko, my dog, a dog,
Sirko, my dog, Sirko, my dog, dog!
Sirko, my dog, Sirko, my dog, a dog,
Sirko, my dog, Sirko, my dog, dog!