A keresés eredménye oldal 2

The Song About a Shy Guy

One day, I went to dance with my girlfriend,
I was friends with her, it already was not the first day,
I confess I was tired from her too much,
I didn't even want to kiss her.
I confess I was tired from her too much,
I didn't even want to kiss her.
 
I am staying and looking around, she is by my side,
I didn't want it more than death,
And she is watching every my look,
She wants me to stop looking on other girls.
And she is watching every my look,
She wants me to stop looking on other girls.
 
Actually, I am a shy guy,
I am not looking on other girls because of her,
I am looking on the sky, the Moon, the stars,
I don't want to do it, but I please her with it.
I am looking on the sky, the Moon, the stars,
I don't want to do it, but I please her with it.
 
But, having given a cursory glance,
I randomly saw an another girl,
She was 100 times better than mine standing by my side,
And I thought 'Wow!'
She was 100 times better than mine standing by my side,
And I thought 'Wow!'
 
No one girl could match with her beauty of the face,
And her figure was the best here.
I thought 'It's good to be walking with so beautyful girl,
And it's no sin to kiss her'.
I thought 'It's good to be walking with so beautyful girl,
And it's no sin to kiss her'.
 
That girlfriend smiled at me
And winked at me so nicely.
Of course, I smiled at her too,
Because I have a talent for these things.
Of course, I smiled at her too,
Because I have a talent for these things.
 
But my cunt saw it,
Pushed me in my side, and told me:
'Don't cheat on me! I want you never to do so things like this!
My heart hurts because of you!
Don't cheat on me! I want you never to do so things like this!
My heart hurts because of you!'
 
'If you try again to look at her,
I will beat you and her down too much!
Then you will forget about all things in the world!
Anyway, I will be able to see how both of you look at each other!
Then you will forget about all things in the world!
Anyway, I will be able to see how both of you look at each other!'
 
But I thought with my chump:
'What is this shit? She ain't my wife!'
And told her very rude:
'Listen to me, bitch, now I'll fucking hit you, and you'll fall down!'
And told her very rude:
'Listen to me, bitch, now I'll fucking hit you, and you'll fall down!'
 
I became very angry like a tiger,
I told her: 'Fuck you!'
Then I came to that nice girl
And began to dance a slow waltz with her.
Then I came to that nice girl
And began to dance a slow waltz with her.
 
Then we were friends during all night
And were kissing in the silence of the night.
We were much happy together,
Then I was friends only with her.
We were much happy together,
Then I was friends only with her.
 
But if I remember about my previous horrible girlfriend,
I begin to feel a lot of anger.
She's a crud, a piece of shit, a bitch, a cocksucker, and a brute!
Well, then everything is vice versa.
She's a crud, a piece of shit, a bitch, a cocksucker, and a brute!
Well, then everything is vice versa!
 
Guys, I give you an advice: you should be friends
With this girl, with that girl, and with another girl,
Change them until you are married,
Otherwise, you will cry 'Oh, my God!'
Change them until you are married,
Otherwise, you will cry 'Oh, my God!'
 

Aria of Koschei the Immortal

Versions: #2
Have you ever heard how people give a cunt1?
No, it's not that cunt that has hairs,
U-u-u-ugh! It's a cunt, a specific cunt,
When they punch and kick you!
 
Ivan has just beaten me so much,
It was very disagreeable even for me,
I guess it's a custom among them
To kick right on the fucking face.
 
Probably now I'm going to die
From so intense battering...
Take your hat off! Koschei has got a cunt2, u-u-u-ugh!
I have got it for the soul, not for the glory!
 
Probably now I'm going to die
From so intense battering...
Take your hat off! Koschei has got a cunt, u-u-u-ugh!
I have got it for the soul, not for the glory!
 
(Narrative Part)
 
Koschei whined like a dog, farted several times and croaked,
He didn't stay alive, fuck him! Having crapping up his pants, he died.
And, shaking his ass, Ivan had been running across the chambers
Before he met his wife in one room.
Having seen Vasilisa, he took out his dick
And fucking fell down on the sofa with his wife,
After that, singing 'boogie-woogie', our wedded pair
Quickly went home,
Hugging with a pleasure!
 

• 1. 'Give a cunt' - it means 'to beat up' in Russian non-normative slang.
• 2. 'Has got a cunt' - it means 'has been beaten up' in Russian non-normative slang.

A cattleman

I was an ugly guy in our village,
Nature didn't give me any man's beauty,
When my parents were making me,
My father had been much drunk as a pig.
 
And I was born lame and humpbacked,
I have had a crooked mouth and a hunchbacked head,
When I went to work or home,
All hillbillies usually laughed at me.
 
(INTERLUDE)
 
In my kolkhoz, I worked a cattleman,
Cows were crazy about me,
Because I loved my dear cows,
I cared for them, and I fed them on time.
 
And I spent the nights with my cows on the farm,
I had sex with every my cow,
What could I do if I was ugly
And girls always ran away from me?
 
Oh, you, my dear cows!
I carefully milked you by your tits,
When I gave peace to my soul with any cow,
This cow was better for me than any woman.
 
(INTERLUDE)
 
(SOLO)
 
A had my own harem like a sultan,
I had sex with the cows, and it was fine for me,
For doing it, I set a stool behind a cow
And gave pleasure to all the cows.
 
But my intimate life was short,
One day, the chairman caught me red-handed.
There is the Article for it in the Criminal Code,
And I will go to prison.
 
Now the prison is my home,
And cows can't write me a letter,
Now bulls fuck my cows,
And I masturbate with my fists.
 

Office

[Intro:]
On the tachometer 50..
On the tachometer 50..
Ey, ey, bang, okay..
 
[Refrain:]
On the tachometer 50 (50)
I have no reason to use the pedal (pedal)
Good guy, dude, how are you? What? It's not a coffee shop that is a office
 
Bang bang bang!!
 
On the tachometer 50 (50)
A minor tither in rackets (in rackets)
Good coffee how are you it?
What!? It's not a coffee shop that is a office
 
[Separ:]
One hundred thousand kilometers per year
In that car you have to sow with joy
I drive a million miles everywhere I'm fast
We do not know how to fuck the fuckin
bitch
You want another scary hit here
We are going and ballin We are going and ballin
like nobody in our country
On the hood of the liter and my sneakers are also a mess
This car is a transient home of some way my second home
But I will not praise
you
Because When you see that I see you how you look in my face
Even though I do not understand the years, I still have a nice face
Because I feel like don when I get out of the cart
 
[Ego:]
The blanket of the Candrbian and now Miko Flow is nut
How did they have to arm Andrle Andrle Ariba
How do I have how I should have
How do I have how I got?
How do I have and alone I'm aphable to my fasa
Parmazan nailed on Hamasán
I have a good paraphrase and paradise I earn and old band itself aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii karamba
 
The office in my car
Where I play what I want
Where the lord alone is still taking me back
 
[Refrain:]
On the tachometer 50 (50)
I have no reason to use the pedal (pedal)
Good guy, dude, how are you? What? It's not a coffee shop that is a office
 
On the tachometer 50 (50)
A minor tither in rackets (in rackets)
Good kara how are you?
What!? It's not a coffee shop that is a office
 
[Rytmus:]
Robko Jadd's slower those jerk
In the city, I make the mice as a stick
Park swimming as a dement
He cut off the chassis and a strap
He pre-taped the Tielitter diesel
Smoke how from the tractor of Smbrada as Hajzel
Above Teplice black cloud and kandel
This primitive X5k
 
[Ektor:]
Robko is a boss, he also shook the engine on the old golf
Right after I jumped in the golf of my neighbor's girl
Probably karma, but it was a mess, so pure consciousness
Unfortunately, he does not listen to the rap so he will never know
 
I've got so much a story from a boss that I can write a novel
A single minus is a feeder of annoying insects like mosquitoes But Mrding Loet from Wolf on Fizha Easy I tell you
The pile of them should immediately return the driver
 
On the tachometer 50 (50)
I have no reason to use the pedal (pedal)
Good guy, dude, how are you? What? It's not a coffee shop that is a office
 
On the tachometer 50 (50)
A minor tither in rackets (in rackets)
Good kara how are you?
What? It's not a coffee shop that is a office
 
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Love in afterlife

Again I eagerly wait for the end of Octobre,
I don't eagerly wait for the end of Octobre in vain -
You will come to me on the 31st night again,
Being mixed deadly again - loving shudder,
you will come, come from your grave.
 
Our bodies will merge again in the moonlight,
Our eternal love, we really need each other,
Your skill smiles at me again,
I will tenderly caress you on full moon.
 
Long ago you died for everyone, only not for me,
Let your beautiful corpse stink for a few years,
Worms have eaten our rotten flesh,
We - are sinful people, the Lord has not taken our souls,
I need your dead flesh.
 
Our bodies will merge again in the moonlight,
Our eternal love, we really need each other,
Your skill smiles at me again,
I will tenderly caress you on full moon.
 
Over the cemetery shines the big moon again,
You have no idea how much I nedd you, honey,
It's cozy for us in the family tomb with you together,
In the light we will make a [small] skeleton with you,
there will be three of us in the tomb.
 
Our bodies will merge again in the moonlight,
Our eternal love, we really need each other,
Your skill smiles at me again,
I will tenderly caress you on full moon.
 
Our bodies will merge again in the moonlight,
Our eternal love, we really need each other,
Your skill smiles at me again,
I will tenderly caress you on full moon.
I will tenderly caress you on full moon.
I will tenderly caress you on full moon.
 
:~)

A maggot

Versions: #2
Grubs (they are my brothers)
Have settled in apples,
But life in the apples is fucked up,
My relatives is living here, in the shit.
 
I borned here, and I was growing here,
The dung nurtured me,
On the surface, I am detestable,
I am a maggot, white worm.
 
(REF)
There is the mixture from dirt and shit. It's my motherland!
This mixture from dirt and shit is my motherland!
There is the mixture from dirt and shit. It's my motherland!
This mixture from dirt and shit is my motherland!
 
(INTERLUDE)
 
There are a lot of kinds
Of worms and insects here.
They are fleas, louses, and grubs.
They are my compatriots.
 
Hey, y'all, my brothers-worms!
Let's go to live in toilets,
Your life in the apples is very narrow,
'Cause let's come and join us in the shit!
 
(REF)
 
One day, a fisherman (he is so asshole)
Baited me and my brother,
And he threw the hook with us in the lake,
Well, we will die with honor!
 
I am not sorry about my soul,
But only other maggots know
That I died like a hero,
And I didn't betray my dung!
 
(REF)
 
(Throat Singing)
 

Inspector Gadget

Who is back?
Inspector Gadget
Who has a hot scent?
HuHo
Yeah of course he Inspector Gadget
 
That is clear
Inspector Gadget
Is having a hot scent
Huho
Also know who it was
Inspector Gadget!
that is evident!
 
Yeah, yeah he got the clue
Gadget is having the X-ray Vision
Gadget is having Courage!
No wonder with the hat!
Is not afraid of anything
Is a perfect Piece
HuHo
Is enormous
Inspector Gadget!
Is in great shape!
 
Yeah, yeah he got the clue
From time to time it is Close
Gadget goes Forward
Is showing you what he can do!
 
Who is back?
Inspector Gadget
Who has a hot scent?
HuHo
Yeah of course he Inspector Gadget
 
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Junkie

The clock struck for the fortieth time,
A cuckoo comes out screaming,
We prick our veins, each hourly chime,
'Though I saw it in a coffin.
 
The needle jabs me right in the heart,
The deathly pill presses me down,
Like the sun, the joint burns my eyes hard
And the red poppy grinds me down to sand.
 
Who's screaming in the dense forest,
The goblin's up early, I guess.
I'll sharpen up my scythe for this,
'Though I admit I just don't care.
 
The needle jabs me right in the heart,
The deathly pill presses me down,
Like the sun, the joint burns my eyes hard
And the red poppy grinds me down to sand.
 
Between my eyes, a joint appeared,
Leaving an Indian symbol there.
I close my castle's doors in fear,
In my syringe, the red poppy gets bled.
 
The needle jabs me right in the heart,
The deathly pill presses me down,
Like the sun, the joint burns my eyes hard
And the red poppy grinds me down to sand.
 

From what?

What are, what are, what are
Our boys made of?1
Our boys are made from:
Knifes and brass knuckles, sawed-off shotguns and pistols!
 
What are, what are, what are
Our girls made of?
Our girls are made from:
Syphilises and brassieres, beauty, and blow job!
 
What is, what is, what is
'Sektor Gaza' band made of?
Sektor Gaza' band is made from:
Syringes, drugs, marijuana, bottles of vodka and grasses!
 

• 1. This song is a parody of Soviet children song 'Neposedyi - Iz chevo zhe sdelany nashyi mal'chishki' (Eng. 'What what are our boys made of?')

Dancing after sex

What a beautiful night and stars! This is a pleasure!
The drive flows from the disco hall,
And we are together, you are very nice today,
You tell me: 'Let's go to dance!'
But take your time! Fuck, we still have time!
Look here, today I have marijuana.
Smoke this a lot, I still have time,
Quickly finish smoking, let me to smoke like a locomotive1.
 
Because dancing after amoking, dancing after amoking,
Dancing after amoking is pleasure!
We came here around the corner,
You smoked too much marijuana,
But it should be this way, it necessarily gives the desired effect.
 
You tell me: 'Let's go to dance!'
But take your time! Fuck, we still have time!
Look here, today I have two bottles of moonshine.
Quickly drink this, I still have time,
The alcohol will warm us, hold a grass, now I'll pour for myself,
Because dancing, dancing, dancing after booze,
Because dancing, dancing, dancing after booze,
Because dancing, dancing, dancing after booze is pleasure!
 
Don't worry, today it all is my treat,
We are cool from wine and marijuana,
And we are drunk, me and you.
You tell me: 'Let's go to dance!'
But take your time! Fuck, we still have time!
 
Look there, I see bushes in that place.
- Ah! Ah!
- Quickly spread your legs!
- Ah! Ah!
- We will have time to dance!
- Ah! Ah!
- We enjoy wery well, don't be like a log.
 
Because dancing after sex, dancing after sex,
Dancing after sex is pleasure!
Because dancing after sex, dancing after sex,
Dancing after sex is pleasure!
Because dancing after sex, dancing after sex,
Dancing after sex is pleasure!
 

• 1. 'Smoke like a locomotive' - in the slang of drug addicts, it means taking a cigarette with a drug burning end in the mouth and start the smoke so that others can be tightened.

Plows-woogie

We are tractor drivers in the collective-farm, our profession is honorable,
We don't care about rock-and-roll, any punk or metalhead,
We hard work for all objectives
Of our Food Programme.
What's on your mind?
Maybe, is it a sound monitor or a amplifier?
You better listen the roar
Of our diesel engine,
Our tractor will sing us plows-woogie1
On the background of country-style view.
Yeah, we love plows-woogie, we love plows-woogie,
We love plows-woogie, we work with plows-woogie every day!
We are dirty like pigs,
But it is no problem,
Because we love our DT tractor2, and we can't live without it,
I poured the diesel oil in its collector
With native exhaust gas.
 
Yeah, we love plows-woogie, we love plows-woogie,
We love plows-woogie, we work with plows-woogie every day!
Though the urban guys call us as 'plows',
We don't care about this. They are fools themselves,
We are agricultural mechanics, and we live very well,
We all agree with the Perestroika, we will give a lot of bread for our country,
We support all speeches of the leader of the CPSU Gorbachev
Fom beginning to end.
 
Yeah, we love plows-woogie, we love plows-woogie,
We love plows-woogie, we work with plows-woogie every day!
 
Yeah, we love plows-woogie, we love plows-woogie,
We love plows-woogie, we work with plows-woogie every day!
 

• 1. 'Plows-woogie' is a parody of 'boogie-woogie'
• 2. DT is crawler of Soviet and Russian crawler tractors, Tractors of this series are produced in Volgograd Tractor Plant.
  
  

Why

To control your own ego, why
I don't see a single reason, why
I don't see a single reason, why
I don't see a single reason, what?
 
To cool down this hothead, why
I don't see a single reason, why
I don't see a single reason, why
I don't see a single reason, what?
 
Not to be that hungry motherfucker, why
I don't see a single reason, why
I don't see a single reason, why
I don't see a single reason, what?
 
To chill in the middle of the herd, why
I don't see a single reason, why
I don't see a single reason, why
I don't see a single reason...
 
Everything is cool, son
I'm half-assing everything
I'm laughing at everyone
I'm the one who's calmly bluffing the whole table
Everything is cool, son
I'm half-assing everything
Start to accept me before I give up on you
Look for mistakes in those who don't have the balls
In those who are afraid of jumping over the fence
Look for it in those who are in love with the average
And never in those who strive to be the best
You don't have to think like a diplomat
To get what you deserve
You can walk, spit and dictate
Who cares if these nobodies won't be happy
Do you live for them or for yourself
You're fucking missing the point
Do you live for them or for yourself
What's good about these shallow idiots
You're the pimp, they're hookers
God gave them only the right to speak bullshit
You're the pimp, they're hookers
Hookers who have just stupid phoney opinions
So they discuss how you walk and talk
They discuss what your plans are, what you're capable of
Where you look, with who you hang out, the money you have
Their hatred is so powerful that
Whenever they have the chance to tear you down
They drink champagne, they're hyped, motherfuckers
They'd want to cut you up, eat you alive, bitches
Watch out for these cannibals, it's in their blood!
 
To control your own ego, why
I don't see a single reason, why
I don't see a single reason, why
I don't see a single reason, what?
 
To cool down this hothead, why
I don't see a single reason, why
I don't see a single reason, why
I don't see a single reason, what?
 
Not to be that hungry motherfucker, why
I don't see a single reason, why
I don't see a single reason, why
I don't see a single reason, what?
 
To chill in the middle of the herd, why
I don't see a single reason, why
I don't see a single reason, why
I don't see a single reason...
 
Everything is cool, son
I'm half-assing everything
I'm laughing at everyone
I'm the one who's calmly bluffing the whole table
Everything is cool, son
I'm half-assing everything
Start to accept me before I give up on you, I spit
At all of these fags who don't wanna understand
That I don't have a reason to act like the one
The one whose plans are to please everyone
Just for the sake of feeling fine
I can take this amount of stress
I'm used to it since I was little kid
Fuck boundaries, rules, I'm not a dog - I don't care about getting compliments from others
I'm strict but neat
I'm strict but neat, loyalty always in the first place
I've been going like this for years, even though it looks strict
I've been going like this for years, loyalty always in the first place
But those faggots still cry, so I don't know
Am I too much or are they too little
Even if I only raise my voice or say 'no'
I immediately hear: 'Chill out, bro'
They'd want to see me as a sheep
They'd want to chill over there in the fucking corner
I can't help myself but I don't give a shit about those things they want, Thank God!
 
To control your own ego, why
I don't see a single reason, why
I don't see a single reason, why
I don't see a single reason, what?
 
To cool down this hothead, why
I don't see a single reason, why
I don't see a single reason, why
I don't see a single reason, what?
 
Not to be that hungry motherfucker, why
I don't see a single reason, why
I don't see a single reason, why
I don't see a single reason, what?
 
To chill in the middle of the herd, why
I don't see a single reason, why
I don't see a single reason, why
I don't see a single reason...
 

Faggot

Versions: #2
I grew up among girls, then my life went south
I tried on women's panties, though I didnt wear braids
I used to play with dolls, made embroidery with flowers
In general, I was an exemplary boy.
 
When I was 16 years old, I gave blowjobs to guys
Wasn't interested in girls, only in men
Then, getting fucked by some dude, a cop caught me in the act
I was condemned under Article 121. (1)
 
In jail I lived like a King, in every tract I was well known
As a cultured man and a good poof as well
Though I slept near the toilet chair, and it smelled like shit (2)
I really was the Queen of the entire jail
 
Got out of prison, and continued to put out for men,
Hello there, fellas! Pay attention to me
Even though I grew a beard, I'm a young horny goat
Hey man, hold up ! Let's do it in the butt
Even though I grew a beard, I'm a young butt pirate
Hey man, hold up ! Let's do it in the butt
Even though I grew a beard, I'm a young faggot
Hey man, hold up ! Let's do it in the butt
 
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New Year's Song

For little girls
It's quite cold in winter.
From the streets, some girls
We took them home.
They lightened up, and warmed up,
Songs were sung to the guitar.
The girls immediately took heart,
And we became friends.
They changed their minds, and warmed up,
We sang some songs to the guitar
The girls immediately became bolder
And we became friends.
 
How much whorish trash
These girls are wearing..
Clothes, stockings,
golden earrings.
We took it off of them
Until our fingers were tired
Well, now the girls really 'stuck out'
Thus we flaunted them.
We took it off of them
Until our fingers were tired
Well, now the girls really 'stuck out'
Thus we flaunted them.
 
We placed the good girls
Under the christmas tree
And treated them to chocolate and pinecones
The girls immediately became happy
Started to suck, even without chocolate
But they really needed chocolate
As a necessary treat
The girls immediately became happy
Started to suck, even without chocolate
But they really needed chocolate
As a necessary treat
 
We started to lead the girls
In a friendly round dance.
Merrily, merrily
We celebrated the New Year.
Within two weeks we'll need
To buy them some Klaforan among friends (1)
Yes, and the girls were not bored,
They instead had an abortion.
Within two weeks we'll need
To buy them some Klaforan among friends
Yes, and the girls were not bored,
They instead had an abortion.
 

A widow

How can't I have fun and have sadness from any troubles?
My wonderful neighbor died in our house.
He have gone to the other world a few days ago, but his wife remained alone,
She is very nice.
 
Let other men spend money for women everymoment,
While they tell them loving words,
While they drive them into a restaurant, I am fed and drunk for free,
Because I have a very kind widow.
 
If you want seduce a woman, you must come pothouse with her,
Also she can resist you!
My situation is not such, I am fed and drunk for free,
Let my dick be getting up more often.
 
Let other men spend money for women everymoment,
While they tell them loving words,
While they drive them into a restaurant, I am fed and drunk for free,
Because I have a very kind widow.
 
If I am drunk and dirty,
If my mouth is stinking like a bullshit,
She will forgive me this,
Kind widow will warm up, shelter, bathe,
Give me the hair of the dog *, and put to sleep me.
 
Let other men spend dollars for women everymoment,
While they tell them loving words,
While they drive them into a restaurant, I am fed and drunk for free,
Because I have a very kind widow.
 

The w**re

Once I was a poor and unremarkable girl,
Nobody would ever approach me in the street,
But now I am a w**re and every minute
Some wealthy man leads me to the pub.
But now I am a w**re and every minute
Some wealthy man leads me to the pub.
 
For example, common workers have only hands
That are considered as golden(*), they use them to operate machines/tools,
But in my case, I use hands, t**s, va**na and mouth,
And when I am at work - pubic hair in the suds
But in my case, I use hands, t**s, va**na and mouth,
And when I am at work - pubic hair in the suds
 
Before I was poor, drank only moonshines,
I was lonely and didn't know anybody,
Now I am together with Gena, he is incredible,
He is a very good p**p, I pray for him.
Now I am together with Gena, he is incredible,
He is a very good p**p, I pray for him.
 
Formerly I was bi**hy, I ate only canned food,
Drank water after it, not to hiccup,
Now I eat splints and drink only 'Amaretto's
I smoke only 'More' cigarettes, that's the life, the Christ's sake!
Now I eat splints and drink only 'Amaretto's
I smoke only 'More' cigarettes, that's the life, the Christ's sake!
 

Dead in the House

A god forsaken village in the forest, damn,
Here, you can be abused by deceased.
They create outrages and snoop at night,
And even in the house, this night, there is no peace for us.
And outside the window the moon is lit and shines on the graveyard,
Our black cat pursed its tail in fear.
And there is a horrible and after-death howl behind the window,
Perhaps the corpses under the earth have lost their peace.
 
Dead in the house, close the mirrors,
Dead in the house is waiting around the corner.
Dead in the house, oh, my,
He craves for your blood, he will get it.
 
Your great-grandmother died this terrible night,
She was very, very wicked witch when she was alive.
Now she is in the coffin and on the table,
And her spirit has long been flying on a broomstick.
We dozed off, grandmother immediately
Fixed upon us her her dead eyes.
From her dead mouth came out big fangs,
Don't touch us, grandmother, we're your great-grandchildren.
 
Dead in the house, close the mirrors,
Dead in the house is waiting around the corner.
Dead in the house, oh, my,
He craves for your blood, he will get it.
 
She will not go to the grave without us,
She will take us there with her.
Through a dream, I hear her get up,
And she comes to me, sprung out her claws.
 
As if we were paralyzed from fear,
She's thrusting her fangs into me now.
I feel she'll leave us here forever,
With you, we'll hang out here until the Judgement day.
 
Dead in the house, close the mirrors,
Dead in the house is waiting around the corner.
Dead in the house, oh, my,
He craves for your blood, he will get it.
 
Dead in the house, close the mirrors,
Dead in the house is waiting around the corner.
Dead in the house, he sneak in somehow,
He craves for your blood, protect yourself, man.
 
Tibor from QS-FB

Cop

I'm not a turner, I'm not a baker,
I'm not a cook, not an assistant professor,
I'm not a janitor, I'm not a locksmith,
I'm a simple Soviet cop.
I work in station
Which calls sobering-up
You plow in factories,
Well, I'm glad to be here.
 
Hey, who's at the door, go out to the toilet one by one.
 
If you're a customer with money,
Didn't pass my day just because,
All pockets inside out,
I'll clean'em all just like that.
After all, one salary is not enough,
Judge, dudes,
I have also whores,
I need moneys too.
 
Hey, who's at the door, go out to the toilet one by one.
 
I'll serve all in the best possible way,
I'll undress, laying down
Let the work is dirty,
But I don't go with the plow.
After all, in our native village
Even if you plows a hundred lands,
You'll not get moneys as much per day,
As I put in my overcoat.
 
Hey, who's at the door, go out to the toilet one by one.
 
Tibor from QS-FB

Cuckoo!

Two Jews sat on a thin branch,
One read the newspaper, another stirred the flour.
Once cuckoo, two cuckoo,
Both of them fucked down in flour. ah-ah
 
Two files're flew, flew on their sides,
One flew to the right, the other looked into the river.
Once cuckoo, two cuckoo,
Both of them fucked down in river. ah-ah
 
Two whales crawled, crawled to America,
One was in the kombinzone, the other broke his arm.
Once cuckoo, two cuckoo,
So you need that, fool. ah-ah
 
Tibor from QS-FB

Evil night

Evil night, it is certainly evil night tonight,
And bloody moon shines upon us,
We can't sleep tonight with friends.
A circle, and in that circle the star is drawn on the floor,
We'll ask all the questions to the evil tonight, because
 
Evil night, we 100% believe in you
Evil night, show us who is who.
 
That's a girl, she is nice and humble,
She was shy every time,
She would have been an ideal wife.
The spirit started to explain us,
That she is the last w**re,
L**bian, which kind is hard to find,
We are shocked, let's go further.
 
Evil night, we 100% believe in you
Evil night, show us who is who.
 
That's the man, he looks like okay guy,
He was neither greedy, nor harsh,
And everyone liked him always.
The spirit has explained to us,
That he is a f**king f**ot,
That he is b**tard, s**nk and c**d,
Wow wow, solo(*), let's go
 
All is crap, that's my turn,
Hey, poltergeist, tell us who am I,
Looks like I am not greedy and I'm not a pig.
The spirit has explained this way,
That I am f**king as**ole,
How dare you? that's not as it is,
I am normal, how dare you, bastards.
 
Evil night, I'll never believe,
Evil night, nobody believes in you.
 

Local

I live on Waih, believe me, I have no fear,
But from this terrible thought there is a knock in the teeth.
You live on Chizhovka, and you'll not come:
Chizhovskie so messed you up, so you'll not reach the house.
 
Very strange things,
What life brought to,
I can't go to my beloved one,
Can meet on the way, oh
Local.
 
I see you in dreams and grow thin in front of my eyes,
I'd come to you a long time ago, but I'm afraid of being bruised.
I lost weight by deciding for a whole year:
To be on a date with a bruise, or in separation without it.
 
Very strange things,
What life brought to,
I can't go to my beloved one,
Can meet on the way, oh
Local.
 
I figured out how we should be, so that we can't howl in separation -
Better you, my friend, come to me to be friends.
You fly to me with an arrow, but, my love, know
Our local chavs can meet on the way.
 
Very strange things,
What life brought to,
I can't go to my beloved one,
Can meet on the way, oh
Local.
 
Tibor from QS-FB

VCR

Holy s**t, that dream, a video cassette recorder (VCR),
My dude has got it from the crowds,
Bought just for seven thousands (rubles)
He did not eat for a whole year,
He had finally f**ked up.
 
I came to him yesterday to watch till the morning,
Fights, s**, vampires, corpses, Bruce Lee.
I have watched so hard that my mind became malfunctioning,
And I was brought to the mental hospital in the morning.
VCR.
 
First we have watched s** scenes,
My friend was h**ny,
Then he started to bite his nails.
He turned and wheezed, he was angry, he was shouting,
After the movie he was in a 'd**ty' pants.
 
Well, I sat silently, tight in my armchair,
But I kept strong and held me in my arms.
After I have watched it, I could not resist
And f**ked his wife out.
VCR.
 
And then came an action movie, I was 'tired'
And I saw how two unknown people were fighting against each other.
They had provoked me, I had remembered my childhood
And had hit my dude's face.
He granted me with concussion without a word,
And now I smile everyday.
This holy s**t, that dream, video cassette recorder,
F**k the VCR factory.
VCR.
 

Blowie

I was a very honest girl,
Polite and reserved,
My virginity was mine,
My pride, and all that other shit.
 
But I gave in to no one,
Kept myself, much as I could,
Only, at my own cost,
Sex gnawed away at my bullshit.
 
Oh, how I want a real man,
To leave me black and blue,
To caress me everywhere,
But just not clasp at my zipper.
 
But if he really pesters me,
And hints at anything,
I'll tell him 'no,' but, at least,
Agree to a blowie.
 
It's a wonderful word, 'blowie,'
It's a wonderful word, 'blowie,'
It's a wonderful word, 'blowie.'
 
Now I'm getting married soon,
My husband will respect me,
I was just a girl, after all,
I was just protecting my hymen.
 
And girls, listen to what I tell you,
Save yourself for your groom,
Don't agree to that, no,
But, bravely, give him a blowie,
 
Oh-oh!
Yes, It's a wonderful word, 'blowie,'
It's a wonderful word, 'blowie,'
It's a wonderful word, 'blowie.'
 

Burnt witch

On my knees, in front of the altar,
I stand, my breast blazing with fire.
The inverted cross of Lucifer
Is hanging on the wall.
You left me for the world beyond,
It's a shame that you aren't next to me.
You're blazing now without me,
In the hot fire of Hell.
 
On the bonfire! On the bonfire, she burnt down in the flames.1
On the bonfire! My witch burnt down in the flames.
On the bonfire! On the bonfire, she was burnt on the bonfire.
On the bonfire! My witch burnt down in the flames.
These sanctimonious folks2 shall, in a thorny crown,
Soon be hanging on the cross.
They shall hang with broken ribs,
Death to the inquisitors, death!
 
You were the queen of the night,
But they sharpened their swords.
You were burnt by the inquisitors on the bonfire.
Know that you shall be avenged.
And I'll be helped in this by Satan,
All of the priests shall hang
On the bloody cross.
 
On the bonfire! On the bonfire, she burnt down in the flames.
On the bonfire! My witch burnt down in the flames.
On the bonfire! On the bonfire, she was burnt on the bonfire.
On the bonfire! My witch burnt down in the flames.
These sanctimonious folks shall, in a thorny crown,
Soon be hanging on the cross.
All the inquisitors shall be retching blood.
Death to the inquisitors, death!
 
Every day without you is Hell,
But you are not coming back,
Without you, my dear, I cannot fall asleep.
Know that I shall soon come to you,
We shall shortly meet in Hell,
The sharp sacrificial knife,
I shall thrust into my sinful breast.
 
On the bonfire! On the bonfire, she burnt down in the flames.
On the bonfire! My witch burnt down in the flames.
On the bonfire! On the bonfire, she was burnt on the bonfire.
On the bonfire! My witch burnt down in the flames.
These sanctimonious folks shall, in a thorny crown,
Soon be hanging on the cross.
They shall hang with broken ribs,
Death to the inquisitors, death!
 

• 1. в огне - in the fire, but I wanted to avoid repeating bon_fire_ and fire.
• 2. Святоша originally meant an extremely devout follower of religion, a holier-than-thou person. Nowadays, it also means hypocrite. 'Sanctimonious' captures both meanings, but it doesn't have a corresponding noun, so I had to use two words.

Pigeon

You made plans for a date,
At six o'clock, it was all like a dream.
I spent the whole day ironing my outfit,
To look like a host of the program 'Vzglyad.'
 
I put on my jacket and tied my tie,
And elegantly combed my hair.
And while I was waiting for you and dreaming about love,
Some grey-winged pigeon crapped on me.
 
A pigeon, a pigeon, a-a-a!
Right from above, a-a-a!
On my head, a-a-a!
On my jacket, a-a-a!
 
I grabbed a brick and flung it into the pigeon,
But I didn't hit it - he suddenly slipped away,
I took out a mirror and didn't recognize myself,
With its droppings, the pigeon give me a greeting from above.
 
What a nightmare, what a bastard of a pigeon.
He sh*t on my beautiful outfit.
Stinking bird excrement dripped from my ears,
How can I appear before you now, 'cause I didn't expect:
 
A pigeon, a pigeon, a-a-a!
Right from above, a-a-a!
On my head, a-a-a!
On my jacket, a-a-a!
 
I hopped back at a gallop,
To wash my jacket, it stunk horribly.
After washing the sh*t from my ears I could only think of how,
We can't go to the movies, all thanks to some nasty little bird.
 
And you waited for me for a whole hour,
Cursing me, you went home in a vicious mood.
But I'm not guilty because that pigeon, the bastard,
Pooped on me from above, and was probably glad that:
 
Above me, above me, a-a-a!
Right from above, a-a-a!
On my head, a-a-a!
On my jacket, a-a-a!