She was sitting on ochke and raised its outlook,
And reading it, did not notice that the beam crackled beneath her,
But my aunt was fascinated by the novel, she is twitching, read,
From vibration ceased to hold such a board.

Then came the awful moment that the whole [bad word] board caved in,
Crackled, kicked in, the woman with the noise pizdanulas
Right in the [bad word]  Baska down - that's a whim of fate -
Only a foot sticking out of the muck, old woman broke off [bad word] 

Toilet! - And there is no better buzz,
What new toilet: standing in the garden sparkles, reflecting the sun's [bad word] toilet! - And there is no better buzz,
Stands in the garden sparkles, reflecting the sun's light.

Only Bulka on the surface pohlyupali bit
Woman choked on [bad word]  well there and the road to it.
On h.ya shaking - I used to know what sorts of long rotten,
Her husband did not put it too, probably about a thousand years.

And thus he offered precious wife,
What is covered himself by a [bad word] in the night of fright,
Died have died, perished in his own closet -
No more terrible and ridiculous death in the whole world.

Toilet! - And there is no better buzz,
What new toilet: standing in the garden sparkles, reflecting the sun's [bad word] toilet! - And there is no better buzz,
Stands in the garden sparkles, reflecting the sun's light.

But this time her husband on the couch cracked
Blowing bubbles from an [bad word]  he was in a [bad word] umatinu,
If he would not drink with friends in the evening brew,
I have heard it would probably be in the toilet those moans.

The moral of the song is: not dead and vampires
Not so dangerous to life as rotten toilets.
So, the villagers, Mani, Vani, Sasha Petit,
Place your favorite marafet [bad word] toilet!

Toilet! - And there is no better buzz,
What new toilet: standing in the garden sparkles, reflecting the sun's [bad word] toilet! - And there is no better buzz,
Stands in the garden sparkles, reflecting the sun's light.
Toilet! Toilet!