Текст песни северные мартышки - Баба Клава

Running off over next doors garden before the hour is done
It's more a question of feeling than it is a question of fun
The confidence is the balaclava, I'm sure you'll baffle 'em good
Will the ending reek of salty cheeks and runny makeup alone
Or will blood run down the face of a boy bewildered and scorned
And you'll find yourself in a skirmish and you wish you'd never been born
And you tie yourself to the tracks and there isn't no going back
And it's wrong wrong wrong but we'll do it anyway cause we love a bit of trouble
Are you pulling her from a burning building or throwing her to the sharks
Can only hope that the ending is as pleasurable as the start
The confidence is the balaclava, I'm sure you baffle 'em straight
And its wrong wrong wrong, she can hardly wait

That's right, he won't let her out his sight
Now the shaggers perform
And the daggers are drawn
Who's the crooks in this crime?
That's right, he won't let her out his sight
Now the shaggers perform
And the daggers are drawn
Who's the crooks in this.... Crime!
That's right, he wont let her out his sight
That's right, he wont let her out his sight
That's right, he wont let her out his sight
You'll be able to post any day of the most
For the sights of all time

You knew that it'd be trouble right before the very first kiss
Quiet and assuming but you heard that they were the naughtiest
She pleaded with you to take it off but you resisted and fought
Sorry sweetheart, I'd much rather keep on the balaclava

ПЕРЕВОД

Побег через соседский сад, пока не истекло отведенное время -
Это скорее вопрос ощущений, чем вопрос желания повеселиться.
Конфиденциальность обеспечена шапкой-балаклавой, и я уверен, ты хорошо собьешь их с толку.
Но закончится ли все лишь щеками, солеными от слез, и "поплывшим" макияжем?
Или кровь заструится по лицу, высмеянного и смущенного мальчишки,
И ты окажешься посреди битвы и пожалеешь о том, что родился?
И ты привязываешь себя к грузовикам, и нет никакого пути назад,
И это все не так, не так, не так, но мы все же сделаем это, Потому что любим попадать в небольшие неприятности.
Не важно - выносишь ли ты ее из горящего здания или бросаешь на корм акулам -
Ты можешь лишь скромно надеяться, что конец будет столь же приятным, как и начало.
Конфиденциальность обеспечена шапкой-балаклавой, и я уверен, что ты сразу собьешь их с толку.
И это все не так, не так, не так, и она больше не может ждать..

Да, все правильно, он не отпустит ее от себя,
Преследователи начинают погоню,
И кинжалы уже вынуты из ножен.
Так кто же здесь преступник?
Да, все правильно, он не отпустит ее от себя,
Преследователи начинают погоню,
И кинжалы уже вынуты из ножен..
Так кто же здесь... Преступник?
Да, все правильно, он не отпустит ее от себя,
Да, все правильно, он не отпустит ее от себя,
Да, все правильно, он не отпустит ее от себя
Ты сможешь запомнить любой день из большинства
По событиям, которые тогда случились.

Ну, ты же знал, что будут проблемы, еще с момента первого поцелуя,
Тихого и самонадеянного? Ты слышал, что они весьма опасны,
И когда она умоляла снять это, ты настоял на своем, подумав:
"Извини, милочка, я лучше останусь в балаклаве".

Running off over next doors garden before the hour is done
It's more a question of feeling than it is a question of fun
The confidence is the balaclava, I'm sure you'll baffle 'em good
Will the ending reek of salty cheeks and runny makeup alone
Or will blood run down the face of a boy bewildered and scorned
And you'll find yourself in a skirmish and you wish you'd never been born
And you tie yourself to the tracks and there is not no going back
And it's wrong wrong wrong but we'll do it anyway cause we love a bit of trouble
Are you pulling her from a burning building or throwing her to the sharks
Can only hope that the ending is as pleasurable as the start
The confidence is the balaclava, I'm sure you baffle 'em straight
And its wrong wrong wrong, she can hardly wait

That's right, he will not let her out his sight
Now the shaggers perform
And the daggers are drawn
Who's the crooks in this crime?
That's right, he will not let her out his sight
Now the shaggers perform
And the daggers are drawn
Who's the crooks in this .... Crime!
That's right, he wont let her out his sight
That's right, he wont let her out his sight
That's right, he wont let her out his sight
You'll be able to post any day of the most
For the sights of all time

You knew that it'd be trouble right before the very first kiss
Quiet and assuming but you heard that they were the naughtiest
She pleaded with you to take it off but you resisted and fought
Sorry sweetheart, I'd much rather keep on the balaclava

TRANSFER

Escape through a neighbor's garden, until the allotted time is up -
It is more a matter of feeling, the question of desire to have fun.
Privacy is provided a cap-Balaklava, and I am sure you are well sobesh them confused.
But over there, only the cheeks, salty tears, and & quot; floated & quot; make-up?
Or the blood streamed down the face, ridiculed and embarrassed boys
And you find yourself in the midst of the battle, and regret that was born?
And you tie yourself to the trucks, and there is no way back,
And it's all wrong, wrong, wrong, but we still do it because we love get in a little trouble.
Not important - Do you endured her from a burning building or throwing feed the sharks -
You can only humbly hope that the end will be as enjoyable as the beginning.
Privacy is provided a cap-Balaklava, and I'm sure you're right sobesh them confused.
And it's all wrong, wrong, wrong, and she can not wait ..

Yes, all right, he did not send her away,
The pursuers begin to chase,
And daggers have been removed from the sheath.
So who is the culprit?
Yes, all right, he did not send her away,
The pursuers begin to chase,
And daggers have been removed from the sheath ..
So who here ... The culprit?
Yes, all right, he did not send her away,
Yes, all right, he did not send her away,
Yes, all right, he will not let her off
Can you remember any day of the most
In the events that happened then.

Well, you knew there would be problems, even after the first kiss,
Pacific and arrogant? You have heard that they are very dangerous,
And when she begged to take it off, you insisted, thinking:
& quot; I'm sorry, honey, I'd rather stay in Balaclava & quot ;.