Jan Niezbendny - Twoja dusza moja tusza

After all, there is a premiere and this is finally the day
So my black shadow comes out of the wardrobe
I am sure how I will be accepted
I went in a limousine - a cream-colored Polonaise
I'm driving to the pub, we have the premiere today
All the rubbish from TV is zero with me today
I look at the posters Jan Niez Nieznecny ​​jeeeesttt!
Roll out the rug because I'll be walking
Just one more mirror, tell me then
Who has looked at you the most today
Who is the most beautiful, let me see
Oh, scratched glass, I don't think I will fall asleep today !!!!
Ref:
and Mustache! Mustache! where is the mustache! Mustache! (R)
where is the mustache, mustache! where is the mustache, mustache!
where's the mustache, yhhhyy
where is the mustache, yhhyhy
where is the mustache, yhhyhy
where is the mustache, yhhyhy
II
I walk into the hall and the audience roars
God, I love being in such a wilderness
I look at the towers, you know what is
The manager, who eats from my hand, comes
First there will be money and then there will be gaming
Then the Mustache! Mustache! and beautiful ladies
A woman like a flower, not front or back
In general, I love how they hang on a stick
Ref:
and Mustache! Mustache! mustache first! Mustache!
first mustache, mustache! First a mustache, a mustache!
mustache first, yhhhyy
mustache first, yhhyhy
mustache first, yhhyhy
mustache first, yhhyhy
III
The strobe flashes, I can hardly see anything anymore
It is this state that I am not ashamed of anything
It shows the belly and the leg is walking alone
God, as I love, I will stay here until morning!
(Hole)
blow my ear
suck my finger
lick my mustache
lick my tattoos
lick your lips
spit it in the face
take an autograph
he has to stand, stand, stand
Why, where the bell tolls, the bell
Fat tone, tone beats out of here, HEY !!!
Play play my beautiful DJ
Let your tone, let your tone move all wobbles
A hundred kilos of dynamite on the no-putty May
master of ceremonies and king of cellulite
my carcass is your soul
It moves you on the dance floor
Those who do not dance should force themselves
Let the dance floor move for us
And the towers only from the top shelf
Let them pull the strings, let them turn off the cells
Lift the rubber boots high and let me see them
there is no shame in shaking this fire station
My throat went dry that she was speechless
the corners are white as coconut flakes
the jaw clench is rubbing my teeth
lead to the back, show me which way
And Mustache, Mustache again Mustache, Mustache
To the beat, mustache, mustache, where are the mustache, mustache, and the towers?
Dance, dance and we dance, dance
And we still, still dancing with you, dancing with you,
ggggooooooooooooooooodddddddddddddddddddd !!!!!