Byvalshchina - Hillbilly.

                                          
Music By JASS                   
(c) SISOFT/TRG                  
                                          
 as it is                   
 (the most accurate translation)               
                                          
 Well, the music inspired something...           
 Something between an anus and an epic.   
 (C)Author 
                                          
Over vast Italy                
 The sun shines with an impudent face.       
 And under the stairs, in the closet           
 Papa Carlo cuts logs.             
 (Wants to make pinocchio,            
 that, I tell you, it’s not easier,          
 than smile with a pussy)               
 Made the ears out of cardboard,               
 Nose made of twisted chips,            
Adapted for mud                
 two wormy acorns,                
 And then, yawning from boredom,           
 He sharpens his hands under the dick.              
 Pinocchio turned out                   
 Crazy, but cute               
 He smiled like crazy,                  
 Which is very important.              
Papa Carlowiped his hands               
Right on his shirt,               
 And said “I am your dad,            
 Now fuck off to school,          
 Because it's like here in the closet           
 There's nothing to grab, in life."            
 (I even gave out a smart book,            
 "Pathologies of the brainless",              
What he found in the trash,            
 Rummaging in search of a log)              
                                          
Pinocchio was no mistake,              
He sold the book to a blind man,           
What stood before the door of the temple,        
 (Received a chervonets in return,           
 Giving out change with pussies)               
 And he went, belching shavings,            
 Straight to the puppet theater.           
                                          
In the theater there is a fat redneck - the director,   
Caught him during intermission,              
 (I dreamed of selling to the Japanese,           
 In the form of chips or shavings),           
 But the log got fucked,               
 Having told him about the door,           
What was separated in the closet               
 The entire living area is from the toilet.           
 He raked the noodles with his hands            
 On your fleshy ears,              
 Gave him twelve zlotys           
 (of which there were five - fake),       
 And quietly sent you to hell,              
 Ordering to remain silent about the door.         
                                          
 But Basilio, who suffered               
 Hemorrhoids, and Alice,                
 Hearing in his pocket               
 The clanking of coins on eggs,              
 Decided to fool the idiot,            
 To take away all the aluminum!          
 He approached him from the side,            
 Hit the belly with a crutch,              
 And not at all embarrassed,               
 Offered his services,               
 By attachmentmoney into the ground.           
 And Alice immediately, hastily,              
 I depicted it as best I could,              
As if there is an advertisement in a box,           
 With stripping and MALS!            
 Pinocchio was instantly thrown aside,              
 All dreams of getting drunk on beer,           
 And buried all the money right there,           
 Into a pile of soft manure,               
 After salting, he said three words:           
 "Cracks, Pex, Fex",                
 Or something like...                  
                                          
 Night crept up unnoticed,           
 Steam rose above the manure,           
 And the damned log                   
 Takes care of your finances.               
                                          
 Cat like this and that,               
 And Alice with a melophone                   
 Distracts and threatens               
Why are the cops fucking here,              
 And the end, they say, light will soon...        
 Suddenly the manure began to move,            
 And from there it appeared                  
 Drunk Tortilla in the snipe,           
 What was missing from the soup there.              
 Having cleared my ears of shit,            
 She brazenly offered a deal:            
 "Who will kill Duremar, What leeches sell,                
 He will open two boxes,           
If he guesses the word."               
But the bastard Pinocchio                  
 He screamed - "we're playing super"!!!         
 Or we'll make soup from this,            
 Or - the key to the "Cossack"!          
 Turtle, multiplying,               
 From melancholy I'll make a pile of dung,               
 I suggested it right away - the key,           
 But! - For Duremar's eggs.              
                                          
 Duremar sat down in the toilet,           
 Above the hole-type glasses,           
 And... Instantly andsilently...        
                                          
 Tortilla gave the key.              
                                          
What happened to Duremar,           
 Only one "comrade" knows           
 And rich Pinocchio                   
 Left two scammers              
 Mining coins in shit,           
 And headed to the closet,              
 Rotating the key on the shaft,               
I locked my father in the toilet,            
 And sold the closet to the Greeks              
 For free currency.                 
                                          
Papa Carlo swore so much               
 On the glasses, in a day,           
The Greeks fled in fear,              
 Remembering crayfish in the river...              
                                          
 And a log with dad today,              
 They go to the theater in a Rolls-Royce,        
 And then the director is lousy,            
 He climbs into the toilet with a master key,    
 But what does he want there,               
 Only the furry sage knows...