uncle pasha, a resident of our yard, is a badass, but a cheerful musician, uncle pasha, although het the cab in the morning, tied our fucking kushkas and brought them to his neighbor, as he always used. he raped and sent two suits in his life. uncle pasha the wizard from children's dreams by order of everything that you want god to collect and teach. he us yard boys on the guitar. three chords to pick up a house in your pocket, the park did not carry tickets, he did not trust the authorities at all. he lives two suits rape and by wedding. three of your lost uncle pasha city. his shabby instrument at simple and honest human holidays. yes, he didn’t ask for a penny from anyone, he never checked at all, because in his life he wears out two suits and lost them. i am for you. what is there to say? is it better to sleep? yes, why did his voice tremble one morning, he didn’t go out for a smoke and didn’t run to the grocery store for dinner, and in the evening two suits. your mom is lost. uncle pasha rolls the arbat time and it can't be turned back. such is the fate of man. just a holiday t

well, now uncle pasha mikhail shufutinsky uncle pasha is a resident of our yard, an unlucky but cheerfulnchtime, having tied our fuckers from the store with a tweet, chekushki, brought by a neighbor, as always, he used it. in his life he raped two suits and sent them. uncle pasha the sorcerer from children's dreams ordered everything that god wanted to collect and taught. he plays the guitar for us yard boys. three chords to pick up a house in his pocket, he didn’t carry park tickets, he didn’t trust his bosses at all. he will believe the two suits will be raped and called.

well, now uncle pasha mikhail shufutinsky uncle pasha the residents of our yard are non-puters, but awned in the morning, by lunchtime, having tied our fucking kushki, he brought it to a neighbor, as he always used. in his life he raped two suits and sent them. uncle pasha the sorcerer from children's dreams ordered everything that god wanted to collect and taught. he plays the guitar for us yard boys. three chords to pick up a house in his pocket, he didn’t carry park tickets, he didn’t trust the authorities at all. he two suits rape and the wedding of three boyars was lost to the city event. his worn-out instrument on simple and honest holidays of the people’s house , he didn’t ask for a penny from anyone, he didn’t give at all, he never checked the sweep, we’ll wear out two suits and send three bananas, lost, uncle. yours. oh, what can i say, it’s better to sing. yes, what was it that trembled one morning, he went out to smoke and didn’t run to the grocery store by lunchtime, and in the evening someone bled when he repeated the rape and the wedding. she’s lost yours too, uncle pash

and now i know that there is a very dear song about pasha, yes, uncle pasha uncle pasha which written by fedya solovyovry, a terrific musician, an absolutely magnificent guitarist , a singer so simply real like that. we are very friendly with him because there goes. uh, the storylines of the song about actually bring us back to our teenage years, because, well, as musicians of each other, we perfectly understand that behind the delights of our work, the audience love it is always both tinder and deprivation of complexities. and here is one line in this song , my attention takes focus as much as possible. this is what he lost. uh, as during the first time you had two suits there in life, you raped and weddings lost. yes, i lost bayans, and in this volume is called the complexity that accompanies the life of musical in one line, three button accordions lost. they can be lost for various reasons, but the phrase gives what i call the amount of time. that's because of this time. we continue to watch the album - this is lesya's song. no, before that there was such a period in my life when i

uncle pasha, what can i say here? is it better to sing?hy did his voice tremble one morning, he didn’t go out for a smoke and by lunchtime, at the deli ran to me, and in the evening, someone was shouting so loudly and for some reason kept repeating that in life there are two suits. uncle pasha is running out of time to tear it up and there’s no turning it back. this is human fate. it’s just that he didn’t make a plan to give a holiday to those around him , which was all he could do. fall picked at her, he raped two suits in life and sent three battles, lost and did not mow down, only he did not conquer cosmic heights in life. three were afraid of the wedding. in the early eighties of the last century , your arrival in america happened, firstly, if you you'll make it fit, that's the reason for this ten-year voyage. well, let’s look at some american photographs, and you can tell us about this period of your work. this is what a team is. the very first musicians here are wonderful, i should try to see something else, besides what i see here.

neighbor uncle pasha is chasing his pigeons into a corner on our bench; men are knocking on dominoes.ccompanies me from the window. such a month may, here is such a spring guys for my whole life, give me the allotted time. and the old ones will play forgetting the words. and we will build a house and take the children to school. and we will love you forever the city of moscow is our smart avenues and quiet green courtyards. the echo of our simple voices will remain and young punks will find new rhythms. rhyming in a new way the old word love in a new way the old word love with pleasure i introduce you to the song of joy melody that helps construction sites to live, they say there you say oh, by the way, you continue the utyosov cycle too. yes, well, rarely yes, rarely, but i play. i just have a program, namely utyosov's program with maxim peganov, it's called. thank you heart, it's clear good interesting utyosovskie arrangements. from time to time we, that is, it comes to life, leningrad bridges, trying to cling to the great glory, you know, of course. cabernet is the essence - these

uncle pasha chases his pigeons. in the corner of our bench, men are knocking on domino.e guys to hunt quickly. and my dad will tell me, look, my son , the month of may is like this, guys, this is spring. for the rest of my life, for the entire time allotted to me let's sing something. and we will play all the old ones , forgetting the words. and we will build a house and take the children to school and love you forever our city, moscow our smart avenues and quiet green courtyards will remain an echo of our simple voices. and the young punks will find new rhythms. in a new way the old solo love in a new way the old word love. it is with pleasure that i introduce you to the song of joy, a melody that helps the construction site live, they say there. by the way, you also continue the utyosov cycle. yes, well, rarely yes, rarely, but i play. i have it’s just that the program is utesov’s program with maxim pegarov. it is called. thank you heart, the matter is clear and there are good interesting utyosov arrangements. from time to time, we are her professional bridges, trying