Текст песни ЯДвигА ПОЛОСКАрь - Нарисованные брови

There is a lot of foul language!
Get ready to listen to the same!
In podruzhkinoy-law
On his forehead, etih mother
Drawn eyebrows
Per kilometer see!

On the morning of the razor at the ready,
To shave my own way,
Then pougolkovey
Fatty black paint
This horror unhealthy
I do not know what to call it!

In our century craze
All assumed
Baggy eyebrows
Right millimeters tsat!
To thicker, pomahrovey,
It was possible to comb!

Subject to the sting of pain ..
It's hard to describe the feeling:
We need carrots grYadischi
It is very clear about!
What we in the bushes caught,
Even the devil can not know!

Enough of these composure?
So do not forget,
What reed than eyebrows,
The harder it is to remove them!
But the change mode,
As two fingers to count!