Fun songs blog
Sit, I, I, looked with the father of KVN. A music began. And then it covered me ..
This is not a srach breeding site “KVN is not the same” because All understand that he is not the same. This is a fast of funny and funny songs, which in KVN were, there are and will be. Let’s share with each other the most memorable and funny ^_ ^
And I will start, with my favorite song, tightly in my brain.
I will continue at the same brain at the same brain with a song about the loader.
The Riga Goths are generally favorably standing out in a huge amount of peanuts.
But a very delusive song from “Starn”.
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Throw your favorite Kvn’ov songs into your comments, share a positive with everyone;)
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Guullain and insert:
“And in the entrance number three, the bulb does not burn. “
“Kamyzyak dogs”.
And any songs of Eduard Harse.
You would at least find a channel that is not closed by the user from views from outside.
And so, the song about Vini-Pooh just killed me)
Ninth hour in the morning – all at work.
On the way the driver, in the garden, a pensioner.
Dreaming about Saturday behind Kulman,
Kimarin the notorious engineer.
The driver is already on the way, the miner in the face,
Head. the warehouse is going to jail,
And I’m guys, I am in binge
Lizka Ogurtsova at home.
Chorus: what a charm this lips!
Looks modest as a jadal,
Though men who are closely familiar,
Among Hanyg – any second.
But I wanted to sneeze for it!
So as not to be closed in the framework of the light,
It is necessary for the poet,
Sometimes go to ordinary people.
In a bidon on the stove she cooles mash,
I lie down, setting my mouth under a snake.
And skinny rats hungry vataga,
Shreds a rug for me.
Wallpaper hangs from the walls like scabs,
Luttes a bug, without a miss.
Friends tell me – the spiritual corpse I.
Talent is not rub, it cannot be drink!
Chorus: He is alive while Lizka is with me,
Adventurer, scandalist.
Yes, not a ballet soloist,
Since chromium chims.
But, you, friends, do not argue with me,
The mustache does not spoil her at all,
And the scar from the fininka on the aorta
I will be completely crazy.
She is a deadly shot on aesthetes:
Crooked legs, dislocated pelvis,
And the nose with a bad disease, like a brand,
Lane between the two lined eyes.
Perhaps some will condemn me:
“What he writes about – it’s just dark!”
I will answer this: “Bardes are also people!
Don’t like it – don’t listen! The fool itself!”
Chorus: what to take from your women, except squeak?
A completely different thing is Lizka.
Like a plane flying low,
She drives me trembling!
Let – tear, let – rubbish, let – morphine,
Old man, but true as a Decembrist!
Another hell will let the other,
Until you’re drunk on drunk.
Deaf night, the driver is already in a cuvette,
The pensioner bent under the bush.
The engineer is sleeping, his wife and children,
The surgeon on the nurse fell with a layer.
Shakhtar lies littered in the face,
Head. warehouse, hiding the money in jail,
And I’m the guys still in binge
Lizka Ogurtsova at home.