Мы поедем на природу

We'll go on nature
In extreme fearless cows
Unhealthy freaks
Victims of the dirtiest cities .
Than to treat yourself cripple
You just have to day
Just stick the muzzle into the river
And breathe through the navel .

We shopkeepers , artisans ,
Businessmen , doctors,
Raznochintsy daring ,
Drunk Sepulchre , pigeons ,
We , fans blemish
We containers sin
Well we want to drop to the roots ,
And not just zabuhat !

      We need to weed ,
      We need to lesochek
      Touch gnats ,
      Smell the flowers.
      The small zhahnem - Oh ! -
      Yes across the brook Chukhnov - Wow ! -
      Otherwise zachahnem ,
      Otherwise protuhnem ,
      Otherwise - go nuts .

We leave quickly
Our evil city.
There talkative politicians
Wandering flocks .
There we Dollar life teaches
There Kremlin father sleeps,
There Dorenko monotonous
Tiring booming.

Somewhere share dividends
And our fire
In terms of sitting intellectuals
Girls dancing until morning.
And dermatovenereologist,
Embraced with mladoj Princess ,
Appoints her injections ,
Himself cheerful and intoxicating .

      We need the river ,
      Close to some water ,
      In a blind spot ,
      Where birds of paradise .
      mermaid crazy
      In the arms strangle ,
      And we, the old fart patients
      Disgraced , listen!

      That adenoma , the gout -
      Infant passed agility !
      About give, give us Viagra
      We will be able to redeem their shame .

Outdoors, even sober,
Suddenly you want to fly,
All love like Mother Teresa
Money to the poor feeding.
Barefoot walking across a meadow,
Your friend suddenly says :
" Well, Laertes , forgive one another ,
Even though you owe me ten grand . "

There will come to us from the den
Materyaschiysya old :
Whether kozlonogy Faun ,
Whether drunk forester .
There are trumpeting unicorns
Forest gods live there ,
There are not paying taxes
A simple fried skewers .

      We need to be in the grove ,
      We need to be in the forest,
      Where life is simpler,
      A thicker foliage ,
      Pat zverushku ,
      Climb a pine tree
      And on the edge of sleep ,
      As the three little pigs ,
      Otherwise - go nuts .

And come complacency .
Temnym-temno above ground ,
like mirosotvorene
Not yet complete.
Sky give us five star ,
On the fly to catch her ,
And then - cynically shall weld
And Eat , and shone .

      We need somewhere
      Where quiet and clean ,
      Where it is not stepped
      Boots tourist.
      arrange fiesta
      In nezagazhennom paradise.
      So where is this place ?
      "Green Pease " knows!