Текст песни
Our country reeks of trees,
Our yaks are really large,
And they smell like rotting beef carcasses.
And we have to clean up after them,
And our saddle sores are the best.
We proudly wear women's clothing,
And searing sand blows up our skirts.
And the buzzards, they soar overhead,
And poisonous snakes will devour us whole,
Our bones will bleach in the sun.
And we will probably go to hell,
And that is our great reward,
For being the-uh ro-yal canadian kilted yaksmen.
Наша страна богата деревьями,
И Яки наши большие,
И они пахнут гнилыми говяжьими тушами.
И мы должны убирать за ними дерьмо,
И у нас лучшие мазоли на задницах.
Мы гордо носим женскую одежду,
И песок забивается в наши ягодицы.
И стервятники веют над нами,
И ядовитые змеи нас обгладают,
Наши белые кости развеет ветер на солнце.
И мы вероятно, будем идти в ад,
И это наша большая награда,
Для того, чтобы быть-ну РО-ял канадский одетый в килт яксмен.
Перевод песни
Our Country Reeks of Trees
OUR YAKS ARE REALY LARGE,
And They Smell Like Rotting Beef Carcasses.
And We Have To Clean Up After Them,
AND OUR SADDLE SORES ARE THE BEST.
We Proud Wear Women's Clothing,
And Searing Sand Bows Up Our Skirts.
And The Buzzards, They Soar Overhead,
And Poisonous Snakes Will Devor US Whole,
Our Bones Will Bleach in the Sun.
And We Will Probably Go to Hell
And That Is Our Great Reward,
For Being The-Uh Ro-Yal Canadian Kilted Yaksmen.
Our country is rich in trees,
And yaki are our big,
And they smell with rotten beef carcasses.
And we have to clean the shit behind them
And we have the best mazols on the ass.
We proudly wearing women's clothing,
And the sand is clogged into our buttocks.
And vultures are truly us
And poisonous snakes we think
Our white bones dispel the wind in the sun.
And we will probably go to hell,
And this is our big reward,
In order to be-well Ro-Yal Canadian dressed in Kilt Jaxman.
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