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2021.11.04.

The barbecue

This sunday with all my friends
We're going to the countryside to eat the barbecue
And we'll gather with lots of people
Making our environment, and a pretty barbecue
We'll bring many things
The drinks, the soda
The hot dogs, the ribs
Good meat, the grill
The coal and the large steak
 
The barbecue, the barbecue
How I love the barbecue
The barbecue, the barbecue
How I love the barbecue
 
How tasty are the grilled sausages
Grilled sausages
How tasty are the grilled hot dogs
Grilled hot dogs
How tasty are the lamb steaks
Lamb steaks
How good is this bottle of wine
Bottle of wine
 
I put wood to the fire
and following the game
When they want to notice
the couples get hot
And they can't wait
 
I like soft meat
Thighs and breast and flip them around
While the others eat that it's scary
They enjoy like crazy sucking their fingers
The girl next door who's pretty
Is sunbathing in the deck chair
I bring her something simple
but she wants a fillet
which she likes the most
 
2017.08.13.

Casatschok

Casatchok… Casatchok… Casatchok…
 
Once again winter has come
once again we must lit the fire
may hell take away its harshness
there's nothing to fear, friends
may hell take away its harshness
there's nothing to fear, friends
 
Petruchka play the balalaika
like you learned it to play
and let's sing the Volga Boatmen
so we can all together dance.
 
Petruchka play the balalaika
like you learned it to play
and let's sing the Volga Boatmen
so we can all together dance.
 
Casatchok… Casatchok… Casatchok…
 
When the snow covers the plain
when you feel cold in the heart
singing with a vodka in the hand
is forgetting the sorrow and the pain
singing with a vodka in the hand
is forgetting the sorrow and the pain
 
Petruchka play the balalaika
like you learned it to play
and let's sing the Volga Boatmen
so we can all together dance.
 
Once again winter has come
once again we must lit the fire
may hell take away its harshness
there's nothing to fear, friends
may hell take away its harshness
there's nothing to fear, friends
 
Petruchka play the balalaika
like you learned it to play
and let's sing the Volga Boatmen
so we can all together dance.
 
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