JEST - Мама анархия - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

With the soldier walked along the street home F G C and saw these guys. C "Who is your mother, guys?" - F G C asked the guys soldiers. Am EM Mom - Anarchy, F G Dad - Portein's glass. All of them are in leather jackets, all a short stature, I wanted a soldier to pass by, but it was not easy. Mom is anarchy, dad is a glass of port. The guys played a rather cheerful joke with a soldier: they painted red and blue, forced to swear. Mom is anarchy, dad is a glass of port.