Юбочка

Eek-A. She wore a skirt she wore shoes.
I loved her as a mother, as a sister.
Your baby face shredding teeth wafers,
And I was shaking like a young horse, when holding the handle yaё.
But you said, uh, you turned me down,
And with chums, I waited near the entrance you and soak your feet.
On your white shoes falling drops yushechka
From your conk broken, and I have offered you vinischem.

You have started to smoke, you're beginning to thump,
Pour your love shattered province.
And hand went like as all began to give,
I look at you I can not, after vermouth poured.
But I loved you so, so loved sprightly
And how I broke the ribs as mugs for you porasshibal.
For thee shadow thrown bosom buddies,
But still I did not understand when the guitar for you Laban.

You do not wear a skirt, do not wear shoes.
You absolutely sick, yes, and you're my wife.
All day near the store shoot fifty dollars for a beer.
I look at you I can not, then as soon as the wine.
You're sweating, you're fat, smelly.
You lay down on me and I cursed God,
I would shoot you out Vintorez, but you're so boryuchaya.
And I'm afraid that the fat will delay the wound like a rhinoceros.