Волохонский, Волков, Фёдоров - Джойс - Part 2 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Tup and stomp and tupitopopyat

An honest soldier walked in three

A trio of fusilier tommies

From the refusile riflemen

Your first duty

Dear ones in the board yes

-- from the warm current of circumstances, from Goldstream.

The guards wandered along (pardon me, je vu an pri, eh?) the Montgomery Highway. One of them expressed a conviction in which each of the sides

(pardon me!) was contradicted by all sorts of (je vu an pri, eh?) According to them, she was the first lady who stopped him in that fatal heart, Lily Coninghams, offering to walk in the fields.

As he was placed, so he would stand, regardless of age, and if he fell, then with ardor and fervor! -- frankly declared retired private Pet Mochisson.

A refinement! So this is how opponents play with rivals!

A temporary one from our staff from the station, who is now on vacation (she was embellished by the outstanding garbage substitute Seatons) was interviewed in the jumper under the western end of the city. Looking probably even more beautiful in her cherry-red pantaloons with straps and belt from Polunny and Semizvezdny, in rustic brick ones from Chernomurova Glava among frolicking youths in his Orel with a Child and rising above the buyers of grain and hay from Cherny and Vovse Cherny, Mrs. A... F... noticed to the side, half whispering to her trusted vessel and adjusting her hat, huge as a cartwheel (agate! - now we know what it means: to dive for a thimble in a trough full of lard): she hopes that Sid Artar will torment the birth paste from orange-limed orchids with hollegs, etc. from Nezovizimny Fiatra, so that there is nothing to complain about. And further, although it is stinking to compare with the identical sunflowers, which the green-toothed gods of rain-leafed worms, charlatinas and all varieties of climatitis, but there was such a diversity -- she added with many greetings to Mahe pranjapansi.

Cream!

An expert in prehistory, an entychologist, uttered into a dictaphone: his propenomen is his properismen.

The garbage man, hired by Messrs. Echburn, Sulpitre and Ashribern, prayer-books, Glintaluk, before whom the damned question was put by the sisterhood during a light breakfast of liver or bleenka, as you like, with cold meat and liquid shake - crushed, baked and dressed in blein, answered, thank God, impulsively: We just propagandized the case about recognizing its invalidity, and what did they get out of his ear in their own turn? With all the guys, he is only a cement brick and nothing more!

No more than usual sober driver of the drynzina, who carelessly contemplated the pouring of a stream of his means, Red Zina, took a firm position. While the club was pouring water on Zina, he told our reprinter the following: Iriker was just an ordinary pinkish reformist in his personal life, but with all the rules the people should elect him to parliament.

The owner of the cafeteria (Luigi, you know him. A brilliant organizer!) said: Mon fois, oti homlet, madam? Fine, mein khleber! But you'll have to break your eggs yourself. Look at me!

And he sits there. Umbedimbt!

The sweaty person (over sixty) holding on to his tennis pants declared that she knew everything about everything, but rumors of dishonor creep through the walls and don't ring the bells.

That's it: after the bloated Braddon, you have to listen to this sober windbag. The look of the waitress at the railway buffet (her name was Plaksa Ryu) was expressed in the following way in relation to these objects of the pitiful service with drinks: a man and his siphon. Ichim! It's too late to whistle when Phyllis has already flown into her stall. If you lock the yoke, it will turn out to be a crimson disgrace, as this asshole suggested to Ichim. What difference does it make what flew out of his revolveer! Considering that he is a weakling and is already very sick with Ichim. Ichim!

Well said, Mr. Drummer!

Katya Tyril is proud of you! -- the representative of the B.O.T. answered (but the whole department is not responsible for this!) and the daughters of Bankopiskin peppered in unison: Sorry, Ichim!

Dryan Lyunsky, the dispatcher at the parking lot, was asked questions through his loudspeaker