https://govoritmoskva.ru/news/205034/гитарист «Кино» ответил Metallica кавером на их песнюна концерте в «Лужниках» 21 июля Metallica исполнила песню «Кино» «Группа крови». Тогда гитарист «Кино» назвал идею сыграть «Группу крови» забавной и сообщил, что гитарист американской рок-группы исполнил песню похоже.
>>5603855 (OP)>гитарист «Кино» ответил Metallica кавером на их песню>на видосе ансамбль под руководством дирижера Гитарист хуй пососал только
ПИДАРАСЫ ПОДПЕНДОСНЫЕ!! ЖДАЛ, ЖДАЛ ОТ НИХ "ТРЕТЬЕ СЕНТЯБРЯ" А ОНИ ЭТОГО КОСОВО ЗАТЯНУЛИ, УУУ, СУКЕЕ!!11
Бездуховные гомосеки- содомиты даже сыграть нормально не смогли. Посмотрели бы на ютубе или погуглили три аккорда
>>5604195Да они уже лет двадцать, как играть разучились. Могут только своё и то кое-как. Ульрих вообще мудак ленивый.
>>5604209На самом деле смотрят. Ну а так, дирижер на репетициях делает весь звук, объясняет где как сыграть, где ускорить, где какой штрих лучше, где прибавить звука, где убавить. По сути делает сведение и мастеринг, только в живую
>>5603855 (OP)Но ведь "Кино" делали каверы с западных групп того времени. Получается металлика сделала кавер на кавер? Это вообще законно?
>>5604232ААЙ, ГУЛЯЙ ДУША!!It's not that, it's notYou're my friend, I am your enemyHow come all of us with youWas April and in love we sworeBut alas, the yellow leaf flewOn the boulevards of Moscow3rd September, the day of farewellThe day when the fires burn RowanHow fires burn promisesThe day I'm all aloneI'll flip the calendarAnd again the 3rd of SeptemberOn photo I yours'll take a lookAnd again the 3rd of SeptemberBut why?We still had to partIt was all we seriously the 2nd of SeptemberBut why?We still had to partIt was all we seriously the 2nd of SeptemberCranes white wedge your daughter and my sonEveryone wants warmth and affectionWe love how into the game in the cold windPlayed with you, but came by himself3rd September, the day of farewellThe day when the fires burn RowanHow fires burn promisesThe day I'm all aloneI'll flip the calendarAnd again the 3rd of SeptemberOn photo I yours'll take a lookAnd again the 3rd of SeptemberBut why?We still had to partIt was all we seriously the 2nd of SeptemberBut why?We still had to partIt was all we seriously the 2nd of SeptemberI'll flip the calendarAnd again the 3rd of SeptemberOn photo I yours'll take a lookAnd again the 3rd of SeptemberBut why?We still had to partIt was all we seriously the 2nd of SeptemberBut why?We still had to partIt was all we seriously the 2nd of September
"Oh, Mother dear, just let me go" by Michael CircleOh, Mother dear, just let me go!It's time, it really is!"Lazourny" bar is full of song and dance,And my homies are partying there,With no interference from fucking pigs!
АЙ, МИШАНЯ, РВИ ДУШУ!!11Zhigan-Limon in my childhood I made friends with a cigarette,I used to pick pockets.And dad strap thrashed for it,But I secretly stole as before.The girls I've loved beforeAnd parties were drunk.Once was - slightly not have been,For that Zhigan-lemon was named.Zhigan-lemon - the boy cute!Zhigan-Limon, you want to walk!Zhigan-Limon crazy excellent studentYou, Zhigan, I want to kiss!Girls without mind on me have suffered -Then in honor was to be a thug.And from pique cried nights spent,That I didn't come to see them.Of course, in youngsters there is no figures,And aunt Lyuba knew how to attract.Girls - well, what are you fools -Well, as the first room you can go!And kissing was interestingAnd in the evening on a bench to sit.And the first their thieves songsI could sing for hours with a guitar.Of course, now I'm solidAnd under the window with a guitar not worth it,For kilometer belly my in sight,But I do like to sing in my youth.
Fraer.Well, you fucker, back up., I'm not suit you, You look into my eyes, Stop talking about fate. After all with you my the trash, I got ramsas, Tied a knot, Like tight two braids. I remember you coming, How the parquet creaked, How to put on my Desk Tea roses big bouquet. I thought you were a skakar. Or thief-authority, Turned out to be just the thing, Took on the Pont, put out the light. You've been flirting all night. And set fire to his chest, And when she kissed, Mike treated to pocket the ball. I found out what you ment, Boiled in the bar "Source", All melted in a moment, Suddenly round-up and hop-stop. Sat down in demon on a long term, Though, thanks, do not sweep, But me, my trash, All cops call. You spoke to me Without scattering words, Kissed and drank a lot For me and for love. You've been walking around., Larvae stared eyes, And yesterday, as the door opened, I backed away. You, mouse ACE., There was a major Macintosh., With the badge cap, You don't look like yourself. And when he learned who I was, The poured on the table wine. And saying - will come on days, Didn't come back anyway.
>>5604372Cop, why are you driving boolshit out of business?Why are you soaring to me about the bunks and the convoy?What do you say on a bluff, I'm not a companion,And you frighten, crud, woman by Kolyma?From your police mud, I suffered,I ate enough at the prison grub holderI was ahead of time, it was the case, I called back.According to the quotation of the hospital of doctors!
>>5604451С пендосского на обратно на мишин - кокаята промытка получается!!Фраер.Ну, ублюдок, отойди., Я тебе не подхожу, Ты смотришь мне в глаза, Хватит говорить о судьбе. Ведь с тобой мой мусор, У меня ramsas, Завязал узел, Как две тугие косы. Я помню, как ты пришел, Как скрипел паркет, Как положить на мой стол Чайные розы большой букет. Я думал, ты скакар. Или вор-авторитет, Оказалось как раз то, что надо, Брал на понт, тушите свет. Ты флиртовал всю ночь. И поджег его грудь, И когда она целовалась, Майк обратился к карману мяч. Я узнал, что вы мент, Вареный в баре " источник", Все растаяло в один миг, Вдруг облава и гоп-стоп. Сели в бес на долгий срок, Хотя, спасибо, не сметайте, Но я, мой мусор, Все копы звонят. Ты говорил со мной Без разбрасывания слов, Целовались и много пили Для меня и для любви. Ты бродила., Личинки вытаращили глаза, А вчера, как дверь открыл, Я попятился. Ты, мышиный туз., Там был майор Макинтош., С крышкой значка, Ты на себя не похожа. И когда он узнал, кто я, Тот вылил на стол вино. А поговорка-придет на днях, Все равно не вернулся.
Booze is getting expensive,My paycheck doesn't cover it no more.Can't have any fun and party,Can't event afford to have a beer by my crib in my hood.All that is left to do is to is make noose and hang myself.Well, fuck that, our still is brewing pure moonshineNobody can stop us,Let the ATF come with their search warrantsWe'll drink 24/7!
Again a guest to my neighbor,Daughter sleeps, the lamp is lit,The joy on her face.On glass scratching branches,In a glass of brandy poured,With a date.It seems to be whereNew dishes,But the girl next doorGuest holds dear.That will correct the tablecloth,Then sigh not by the way,That will be confused,That not thorny knives.He's a divorced man.And she's divorced,What to say.Rules us century stateAnd it's not their fault,Nobody to blame.The was, the first, prideful,The right was, hard,Well, God will judge him,Yes would still be alive.Square the leaves change,Daughter grows upAnd nothing,That knives aren't sharpened.Smell pillow case snow,Somewhere dripping water,Cloak hanging in the corner.The sky descended on the AvenueAnd green starLate taxi.Far to the Gangplank,Don't leave today,He could have stayed.,Yes and to live.It's not that annoying,Maybe we could live together.Ah, these were given to meBloody knives.Ah, how to sleep in the morning winter,In the wind, the lantern creaks,Yellow hole.Lantern dreamed of showers,Now he's awake.,All creaks - it is time, it is time.Light will merge into a crack,The door quietly clicks,The lift obedientlyCount the floors.Snow will fall in the morningAnd not bad evenWhat's in the houseNot sharpened knives.Snow will fall in the morningAnd not bad evenWhat's in the houseNot sharpened knives.
I will drive a bike for a long timeIn the deaf meadows I’ll stop himNarva flowers and present a bouquetThat girl I loveI'll tell her with the other aloneYou forgot about our meetingsAnd because the memory of meTake these modest flowersShe will take, but again at a late hourWhen the fog thickens and sadnessShe will pass without raising her eyesWithout smiling even letI will drive a bike for a long timeIn the deaf meadows I’ll stop himI just want to take a bouquetThe girl I love
>>5604726On white white cover Jan favorite girls name I wrote don't make me go frost, want to be a little I on white-a white coverlet of January..>>5604739Ох, нихуя.
Ой, разбередили душеньку-та, всё, последнюю. Us yesterday have sentFrom Ugro bad news,We were told yesterday,That Alyosha came out all.How so, because he stillYesterday we were told -Here's the weddingAnd for a week.But this did not happenWedding buzz,Because LyoshaStabbed in the back.Because LeshkaNot the first timeSews up the woundTheir new in psyche.For whom did he soulAs the shirt was patched,To in a drunken fightThe bastard killed him.If not for this, we wouldTo his wedding went,And with a knife in the shoulder bladesGarbage found him.Well, killedGirl, cry,A little hesitantAnd tears will wipe.And then without knockingOpens another door,You forgive, Alyosha, after allAnyway, you're on now.But one night, sheHave a nightmare,Like her apartment.He appeared again.Marry anotherYou came out, no problem,But it's me,A knife in the shoulder blade it is then.And waking up at night,Hearing such news,Will run on a graveyard of,Find the gray cross.And the grave moundSprinkle his tears,Forgive me, Alyosha,You take me with you.She didn't know thenWho killed him,And now you have learned,And no more strength.And a heartbeatHaving finished their days,And in one graveWill together sleep they.We'll bury them,That here to cry,And in one grave theyTogether will sleep.Them human joyNot visible at all,In memory remainedOnly the first spring.
That leftOnly relieve fatigueAnd this eveningHeals my soulGreen-eyed taxi, slow down, slow downAnd take me thereWhere I will be happy always, alwaysThey will not askWhere I wearI know thereEveryone understandsGreen-eyed taxi, slow down, slow downAnd take me thereWhere I will be happy always, always.Green-eyed taxi, slow down, slow downAnd take me thereWhere I will be happy always, always.Green-eyed taxi, slow down, slow downAnd take me thereWhere I will be happy always, always.Green-eyed taxi, slow down, slow downAnd take me thereWhere I will be happy always, always.
Hold-up! We turned the corner and there you were!Hold-up! You've bitten way more than you could chew.Well, it's to late for lame excuses,Look at those stars, look at this ocean.Look at the sky and realize thatThis is the last sight you'll ever see.
>>5604846It's time to celebrate in our lifetime. Beauty and happy blade Cup While shaking the feathers on the hats The fate of not just sebnem merci beaucoup! Again grinds her shabby saddle And the wind cools the old wound You sir where the hell brought Can't you afford peace It's time to celebrate in our lifetime. Beauty and happy blade Cup While shaking the feathers on the hatsThe fate of not just sebnem merci beaucoup! Paris needs money, C'est La vie
>>5604858The morning is frosty, cold morning,The guy in the white shirt talking about.Under the funeral March,Yes on Vagankovo,Oh, how heavy your last path.Low bowed relatives and friends,That's the last hammer blow.Life devalued,And to what now the truth,If, sobbing, so torn soul?Guys, don't shoot each other.,You have nothing to share in life.At the round table, forget the grudges,After all, it's difficult for all friends to bury.You, Russians, strong guysAnd spirit You will never be taken away.Only now in the black veil,Mournfully bowing, sobbing mother.CHORUS X3
Yandex.DirectPerfect gift for babyFinancial services provided by: JSC "Tinkoff Bank", JSC "Tinkoff Insurance»Lyrics folk - Pigeons fly over our areaPigeons fly over our zone,Pigeons anywhere is no obstacle,I wish I had pigeons.On native land to fly away.But the high fence will not allowAnd thorns in several rows,Sentries from the towers watching,And dogs are eager with reason.Night in jail burns down,The sun is smoldering like a coal.On prison plank beds humming,Something's humming the kid.He sings how hard it is to liveWithout beautiful tender girlfriends,And even harder to live without will,The whole prison heard suddenly.Crying in distant cameras guys,Remembering his youth,Remembering the past once,As talked lovingly - love.Source teksty-pesenok.ruEven the most senior wardenHave wall edges is worth,Only he knowsHow long does the boy have to live?And in the evening shuddered bolts,Led him up the stairs,He said the last three words. -Bring my son.On the landing of the prison stairsLed the kid years five,He threw himself on the neck with a cry - dad,Dad, you take me with you.He threw himself on the neck with a cry - dad,Dad, you take me with you.Night in jail burns down,The sun is smoldering like a coal,And in the morning the whole prison finds out -At night the boy was shot.Pigeons fly over our zone,There is no barrier for pigeons anywhere.I wish I had pigeons.Freedom to the mother to fly away.
Not abroad, not in Rome, not in nice Our leaves tier.The protection simply bad sleep, And a swinging car.Weed in my pocket, a letter for Tanya, will Niko sharpening as a fakir.Not in Sochi to live, and in Magadan, Jamming not vodka, and chifir.My number two hundred forty-five, On telogreechka printing, And before that I lived in Moscow and Taught bosota to steal.My number two hundred forty-five, And I want to go home again, And dreams of thorn I my soft bed.Donetsk Yura shouted to me: "Shura, you don't need to be Sad unnecessarily."Bread fashioned fool to Scare the new guy from Vohra.I'm sorry, ladies, Lama Manto, I'll leave you for five years, On flutes perform scales And make a marathon.My number two hundred forty-five, On telogreechka printing, And before that I lived in Moscow and Taught bosota to steal.My number two hundred forty-five, And I want to go home again, And dreams of thorn I my soft bed.Pounding the wheel and no questions of Where the train left, sorry, damp tobacco, And a slightly swinging carriage.My number two hundred forty-five, On telogreechka printing, And before that I lived in Moscow and Taught bosota to steal.My number two hundred forty-five, And I want to go home again, And dreams of thorn I my soft bed.my soft bed.
I fish nicknamed "Sa-a-aw!"The pill that will fall in the ocean,And soon your schooner in halfAt a sharp saw will fall apart.I love this thing, I love this thing,Everything I saw! I love this thing, I love this thing,Everything I saw! Uwaaah, uwaaah, tabadyabadyabadyaba!! Uwaaah, uwaaah, tabadyabadyabadyaba!! Since my childhood, all sawed, which could,Vocation in sight I have suchSaw my mom wasAnd my grandmother was a sa-a-aw! I love this thing, I love this thing,Everything I saw! I love this thing, I love this thing,Everything I saw!Uwaaah, uwaaah, tabadyabadyabadyaba!!Uwaaah, uwaaah, tabadyabadyabadyaba!!
>>5604954The spring wind blew in my back,It urged: “give her some flowers”.The sun generously lit the EastAnd trampy sparrows yawned on tree branches.I ran to her, as if walking on air, My longing and boredom spurred meHow could I’ve known a fucking pig lay in waiting,And our whole crackhouse was busted? The cops are not our pals!Cons are so much better.How can a pig be your pal?Cops will always be cops!
>>5605749On the sleeping city falls mistNaughty wind on gates and courtyardsBut we do it is not the first time ,and we entrust the fate ofPreserve peace on the local streetsChorus:Yes ! And they do not covet you down no pen !Yes ! Let not cricket game .Yes ! And if tomorrow will be cooler than yesterday& quot; Prorvemsja & quot; - Answer opera& quot; Prorvemsja & quot ;, OperaStill light up the evening lightsFog scattering and whatever you sayNow would be a hundred gramsand not to wander from house to houseBut too early to relax operasChorus:Yes ! And they do not covet you down no pen !Yes ! Let not cricket game .Yes ! And if tomorrow will be cooler than yesterday& quot; Prorvemsja & quot; - Answer opera& quot; Prorvemsja & quot ;, Opera
Who could he’ve known he was a cop?He was in civvies,And Osya the hothead punched himWithout bothering to make sure. And he didn’t even get the chance to check the guy’s pocketsOnce he went down.Before Osya knew it, the cops came out of nowhere,To twist his arms behind his back.He started feel sorry he was quick to punch that cop,When they dragged his ass down to the precinct. 1,2,3 there goes a punch to the kidneys,1,2,3, there goes a punch to the liver,Just hold on, bro,We’ll get you back in your feet.
Satan, Satan, Satan, save us!Someone punished us.Give us, give us, give us the sword,To fight this new plague.Higher races, secret Illuminati hands Want to get their claws on the Earth’s core,Do you hear the horrible noises in the crypts?That is the daemon of AIDS coming to get you! Who has created it? Was it Heaven or Hell?No matter.This evil poison kills all!AIDS, AIDS, AIDS - your executioner!AIDS, AIDS, AIDS – you’ll die in horrible pain!AIDS, AIDS, AIDS – the Holy Cross or weepingAIDS, AIDS, AIDS – won’t save you!
