A keresés eredménye

Barrel for the belt

[Intro: Noganno & Sophie]
Do not go sonny in the woods lonely
Tama angry bear, tama dire wolf
I'm not afraid of either the bear or the wolf
The bear is my uncle, the wolf is my brother
She will be waiting for you
Children will cry bitterly
Let the wife not shed bitter tears
God help children without dad
Woe to grieve, to shed tears
There are crows in the sky
Woe do not grieve and do not cry mother
Which have not be avoided
 
[Chorus: Noganno & Sophie]
Barrel for the belt
I have a hundred brothers with me - a spikelet to a spikelet
Barrel for the belt
Fiery wheel overhead
Barrel for the belt
Death mows with a scythe, knits spikelets in a haystack
Barrel for the belt
I will wash my blood with white dew
 
[Verse 1: Noggano]
Here on the very outskirts
Everyone believes in truth - that there is no paradise
I do not know how it should be and how it is correct
I beg you, do not feel your heart, become stone
Hey! Hut on fire, temple on fire
People sleep and snoring is heard
Brothers-robbers, barrel by belt
And consumables in reserve
There will be rams, then there will be a massacre
After all, the pain in my soul, God knows when it hurts
Mother Widowed Too Early
War comes, brother, to take its own
Which have not be avoided
Execute me to executioner, to have mercy on God
Shutters on windows, bolted doors
At forty forties, the time has come
Barrel for the belt
 
[Chorus]
 
[Verse 2: Noggano]
Let eternity call the sons and this eternal call
Their lives melt like candles in images
Yesterday in a dream I saw death and a forest of crosses
Today it became clear that it was a prophetic dream
The checker whistles - head off the shoulders
Stopped, stopped and will continue to whip the whip
Five barrels, there will be five barrels
They will sing in chorus a hundred trunks a song like at the table
Under the hood, a herd of black horses
The herd followed him - a column of dust, but the earth is burning
The brothers stood up as one for one in full growth
Death took hold of the scythe - a fierce mowing began
Spikelet to a spikelet
In an open field, surrounded by black forests
Dad and his brothers fell asleep here an eternal sleep
And a hundred sons came to avenge them
 
[Chorus]
 
Barrel by belt [4x]
I'll wash my blood with white dew
 

Girl

Girl, my girl, (okay)
Dance with me, make me happy, show yourself.
Girl, my girl, (okay)
Dance with me, make me happy.
 
At the entrance we leave pistols and knives,
Today we are positive, the club does not shiver.
Greet warmly, rich, cheerful spenders,
I'm going down the drain, I made a fortune for a week.
 
I like to dance, dance is my strong point,
I dance, I lay down on the right, on the side, on the left I lay down, On the left I got up, help him lie down Valek.
Danced so empathetically and no one on the dance floor.
 
You are sweet as honey, there are so many bees around you,
But dad, your district police officer put me on record.
But your dad did not take into account your local policeman,
That I did not care about the account, because he has tightness in his chest
 
You are like a fifa VIP and your dad is a sheriff,
You can't forbid living beautifully, such is the luxury.
And I am in favor with barefoot and street punks,
I see that you want to mess around with me.
 
From your sight dazzles in my eyes,
Your body worked up my appetite
Your body tells me, it burns, It tells me: 'Dance with me, bandit!'
 
Girl, my girl, (okay)
Dance with me, make me happy, show yourself.
Girl, my girl, (okay)
Dance with me, make me happy.
 
My girl, hare, blue-eyed,
Even though I get out of Adidas.
Come on dance, I look at you
I take you out, you are my wheelchair.
 
I like your freaks, your whims,
I like it when you're around.
I love it when you are on top,
I love it when you are below,
I love it when you lick me with your eyes.
 
You are my fairytale, my Goldilocks
The most, the most, the most fucked up.
I'm not wearing a mask, you're not wearing a helmet,
'Dance with me,' I said affectionately.
 
Drop a drop of a pickup truck you are my paw,
I listen carefully, I inhale your smell.
And the ice will break,
This evening you will remember, shy.
 
Girl, my girl, (okay)
Dance with me, make me happy, show yourself.
Girl, my girl, (okay)
Dance with me, make me happy.
 
When we go to the club, the rappers keep their girlfriends,
Haha! Just kidding, after a couple of splashes.
My brother is a fan of such parties,
The tamer of the Second World War, writes poems about love.
 
I'm not one of those guys who was drunk,
Who has a port wine hidden in a backpack or a hookah in Priore.
I'm not looking for easy ways and dirty tricks,
So you drove, purely for your own.
 
I find her in the crowd, in the dark, I put everything together like a DJ, I hook it to the bar, I buy her a cocktail.
My girl is standing, but for those who wanted Xe,
There is still a two from her.
 
Girl, my girl, (okay)
Dance with me, make me happy, show yourself.
Girl, my girl, (okay)
Dance with me, make me happy.