Remade song the best day at graduation from parents lyrics

Song-remake “Let's shake hands”

A woman's sixtieth birthday
How we were in a hurry for the holiday, We ran as fast as we could, To tell you about happiness, And many words about friendship and love!
Let Luck be nearby. Let Love always preserve, After all, what is the date of sixty? Another 60 for many years to come!
Let sorrows and separation Forget your home forever. And you and I will understand, friend, That sixty is such nonsense!

Rework of the song “At the Samovar”

To celebrate a woman's 65th birthday
We all came running for the name day, We gathered to have a nice “sit.” The hero of the day’s journey is not that long, But 65 is awkward to overlook!
Read also: Congratulations with balloons to the hero of the day, words and text
(Name) pours vodka for the guests, and they wish her so many good things. Oh, get ready, (name) dear, We will drink vodka with you until the morning!
We will sing our song of praise to you, So that the money will come to the house itself, So that life will be kinder and more interesting, And so that we can move through life together.
So that love does not leave you, So that time always seems short. So that it awakens interest in the eyes. Of course, you understand what we mean!

Paraphrases about different things

The selection consists of the original lyrics of the song and redone lyrics from different authors. Thematic alterations can be used for humorous concert numbers, as well as skits and scripts for various holidays and events.

Original: “The Best Day” Performer: Grigory Leps

In millions of apartments, huts... (New Year's)

In millions of apartments, huts, bungalows Millions of glasses of champagne Will be soon - for happiness! - drain the people. The Christmas trees will soon be burning brightly, people will be unpacking gifts, Olivier, tangerines, and caviar will be gobbled up.

Chorus: The best day is the New Year holiday! Sadness goes into the shadows, the heart is waiting for a fairy tale. That Santa Claus will suddenly arrive in a sleigh With a miracle for me!

On New Year's Day - How can dreams not exist!? Build something - laziness, Apart from plans - live! With the Snow Maiden, Santa Claus, and suddenly, - “knock-knock” at my door!

The year that has passed is already behind us... (New Year's)

The year that has passed is already behind us, it smells like tangerines and pine needles,

Everyone's favorite holiday is coming now. And the champagne sparkles in the glasses, Today a miracle will happen to everyone, The best will definitely happen!

Chorus: We'll celebrate the New Year with a bang, We'll all have fun until the morning, Let the frost crackle, we don't care about it. Let's dance and sing!

Congratulations are flowing like a river, There will be no peace for everyone today, Perky people are circling around the Christmas tree.

And may there be no sad people today, may they forget all their sorrows, may happiness enter every home today!

Chorus: We'll celebrate the New Year with a bang, We'll all have fun until the morning, Let the frost crackle, we don't care about it. Let's dance and sing!

The best day (original)

Chorus: The best day came yesterday I was too lazy to go at night, I stayed until the morning But the time came and I got ready to go “Well, okay, be it!”

Three hundred thousand hours behind me Three hundred thousand planets above me Isn’t their Creator tired of circling in the sky?

Every time you wake up at dawn, it’s not without reason that you remember this: “It’s very cool to be alive after all!”

Chorus: The best day came yesterday I was too lazy to go at night, I stayed until the morning But the time came and I got ready to go “Well, okay, be it!”

The best day came yesterday I was too lazy to go at night, I stayed until the morning But the time came and I got ready to go “Well, okay, be it!”

Something important has gone out of fashion And we, according to the laws of nature, are still biting into the world like a sawfish.

All that remains is for us a thin thread: How can we no longer remember in Russian? And in English, therefore: “Love”.

Chorus: The best day came yesterday I was too lazy to go at night, I stayed until the morning But the time came and I got ready to go “Well, okay, be it!”

The best day came yesterday I was too lazy to go at night, I stayed until the morning But the time came and I got ready to go “Well, okay, be it!”

Chorus: The best day came yesterday I was too lazy to go at night, I stayed until the morning But the time came and I got ready to go “Well, okay, be it!”

The best day came yesterday I was too lazy to go at night, I stayed until the morning But the time came and I got ready to go “Well, okay, be it!”

“Well, okay, be it!”

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To the tune of Natalie's hit - Oh, God, what a man!

He is an economic and energetic figure: Everything “burns” in the hands of the mighty. He fixes everything clearly and quickly, too, but does not “quickly fire” on the stock. When with me, coke burns like in a blast furnace, Forgetting about football and boxing. From the Kuril Islands to Kaliningrad There is no better lambada dancer! Chorus: Oh God! This is the guy! Going to the right - boyar! A nobleman steps to the left! Goosebumps! He is a guy with action, not a softie, a yap. Virtuoso with a sledgehammer and a needle. Whatever I ask you to do, I’m glad to do my best, and the month doesn’t lazily scratch its balls. RastorOpen, like a broom in a bathhouse. To me he is like manna from heaven! Chorus: Oh God! This is the guy! Goes to the right - boyar! A nobleman steps to the left! Goosebumps! Oh my God! The man is super! Don't get drunk, it's "shurUpit" on the farm! I want from him, not a rake, - About ten kids!

To the tune of the famous song by Stas Mikhailov Everything for you

In my closet I have a vest, pants, two bowties, a Boss T-shirt.
Everything else is the wife’s deposits. There is something to wear for the coffin, in the heat or in the cold. I saw in him a bikini with fur and a sailor suit and dokhU. Chorus: Everything for you: Shirts and coats, Everything for you: Bras, panties, Everything for you: A shirtfront with rhinestones. For you! Everything for you: Tights, negligees, Everything for you: Miner's helmet with headlight. Everything for you: Panama, mosquito net. For you. Life is like the ocean where we sail, Like two ships without sails. And we hope: we are about to find two engines and two steering wheels. In the meantime, my vest is in the closet: “There is no better one for a man!” The chorus is the same... The song is an adaptation of Nikolai Noskov's song. This is great.
What should I cook for a sleigh in the summer?
I don’t take off my skis all year round. Even though I keep within the bounds of decency, Sometimes my eyes are still shameless. Just seeing the bright beauty, I click my beak in surprise. The thought comes to my head: “Ciliates” in shoes are coloring the world. Is everything for sale and everything can be bought? True love has no price tag. Only for you the little one “smiles like that.” Not for the money that is in your “sweatpants”. Oh, wherever I go in my wanderings, There is a proto-Alinka in the snow-covered heart: The world is changeable, but there are constants: The light in the eyes of the “ciliate” in felt boots. A modern adaptation to the tune of the song Deepside Deejays -Never be alone,
taking with me a tuesok, tuesok, tuesok, I’ll go wander into the woods, I’ll go to the woods, I’ll go to the woods.
I'm a master at picking mushrooms, oh, a master, oh, a master. Fry them with potatoes... mmmm-delicious! Someone is a “punk” and rushes him, That the colors are “Pattles”, Someone has a passion for the mountains, - An avid climber, Someone knits sweaters in the chilly autumn, “I’m a mushroom hunter and I don’t fool my brains.” I’ll salt the butter, trumpets and milk mushrooms, After all, it’s delicious to eat - there’s always a lot of friends. The boletus mushroom and the white one are good. It’s wormy, it doesn’t matter, we’ll dry it up for soup. How not to include honey mushrooms and morels in the basket! The lovely fly agaric is beautiful, but I don’t care... Taking with me a tuesok, a tuesok, a tuesok, I’ll go wander into the woods, I’ll go to the woods, I’ll go to the woods. I'm a master at picking mushrooms, oh, master, oh, master. Fry them with potatoes... mmmm-delicious! A parody of the motive of the song by the group Factory It’s not my fault
And Eva has an agronomist, (The dacha is like Eden) With Snow White the dwarf is in trouble, (Even, like, seven) With Dulcinea the Andalusian (Generous and not evil) With baby Cat the spy not a loser, (Also has money) Malvina has Artemon, (Loyal, not a brawler) Pedro-Don is always with Rose (With a bunch of monkeys) Yaga Koschey is grazing (“Fashion designer with a needle”) Someone is rubbing at Milady’s (Sword- naked).
Like my mother, she had nine daughters. Chorus: Mom, oh, it’s not my fault, it’s not my fault That all the suitors are running away from me... It’s not my fault, it’s not my fault, That my face is an ass and I’m bearded A playful adaptation of Kristina Orbakaite’s song Bird of passage
You don’t me I got it... Do you remember, on the ferry I just walked up the gangway, and lo and behold, you palmed the girl.
With a carefree hare, Flirted with a stray. Chorus: A migratory bird soared in the sky. I checked in the gun Is it your stigma? A migratory bird was soaring in the sky. As soon as I turn away, the dog is frolicking. Where is your shame and timidity? Do you remember in the airbus? I sat you under the arm. Look, you're with a new bitch. The windy boy was already standing in his shorts. Chorus: A migratory bird soared in the sky. I should have taken the bait, why spin around like that... To the tune of Potap and Nastya's song. In our area
there are Ladushki-olAdushki, folding-flat-nenagladushki.
In our area, it’s all Clydes and Bonnies. On the ropes are underpants, pajamas of dudes... In our area, in our area, area, area... But the pit is not buried, the pipes are rusting. A bulldog on a walk is looking for water to water a bush. On the ballot boxes there are advertisements - “vote for “cute!” He will help everyone, encourage them, and slap them on the thigh. In the windows there is light from the LCD, cinema with the translation of “fakov”. There is a puddle on the road the size of Monaco. Screams are heard at night - “Yin, open up!” This is yang! The wind is playing tricks with the alarm system, the “cops” are drunkenly roaming around... The chorus is the same. Remake of Stas Mikhailov's song - Let's Fly
I could give everything for you: Chewing gum, glasses and a holey sock.
Going through obstacles for you is not a question. I can even go on the subway without a token. I took two wings at the flea market of love: One for me, you took the other. Let's clean our feathers and fly with you. Let's get tired, sit down, sleep, eat. Chorus: We will not walk on a rake. We are forever two herons. We fly across the sky, we fly wherever you want, my love... Let's not join the pack, Otherwise the wolves will bite. Let's swing together, stamen - pistil, Just you and me.. On the theme of the hit gr.
Silver Baba Lyuba Hugging my hips, you growled: “Oh, my paradise!!!”
He quickly pulled out his “device” from his pants. I was already moaning on the table in the office, How in the midst of our passion happened - bullshit. Aunt Raya came in to clean your office and, marveling at your “device,” she said, “Wow,...dammit!!!” Chorus: Aunt Raya, come on, come on, come on! Aunt Raya, come on, come on, come on! And then secretary Glafira came in. She has a tongue like Raika's broom. I marveled at your excited “device.” You told her, embarrassed: “Well, well... add more.” Chorus: Hey, Glafira, come on, come on, come on! Well, Glafira, come on, come on, come on! Then the plumber Yegorych looked in at the noise. And, whistling, he said: “I would fool them too...” They shouted at him: “Egorych, fuck off! Your USB was also missing!” Chorus: Plumber Yegorych, s@bi, s@bi, s@bi! And you, Barsik, too, get out! Come on, fuck off!) A parody of the song Guests from the Future Love me in French
Your shanty house stands on supports, Papa Carlo has a cooler closet.
Let the ceiling of the hut peel off. It’s even more fun for Mata Hari. You've only seen princesses in pictures, My rude lout. Tired of men. You make me glow, I burn like a candle. (It’s so good that there is no gas leak.) I’m so offended to hear: “frigid.” I love being with you insatiably! Chorus: Love me in French. Passionately tear off your skirt, tights, blouse. Oh, my hero, destroy and save beautifully. In the navel area, whisper “kissy, wow!” Love me the Cuban way. Sex with you is pleasant, even like a pig. With you I am not the Arctic, hot Cuba, As soon as I see you with an “ice axe”. Love me in English, In the hollow of the slug's chest a drop of whiskey. Love me as if you were the first Oh my Robin Hood, I am the mysterious Sherwood! Love me the Congolese way. Attack and grab from behind the curtain. Twist my arms, twist my legs, Otherwise I’ll scratch you, wild cat. Love me in Tunguz style. Fall on me like a stone right from the chandelier. In the mansions in the feather beds I was as bored as drying. I missed the slut’s love so much!.. Remake of the song Yolki - Provence
A smoky tavern, a draft swaying the curtain.
In a glass there is a gourd, in a plate there is a pickled cucumber as a snack. You can say that this is the “Absolute”. A naive dream. But my plans are to visit Champagne tomorrow... Chorus: Tomorrow at two thirty - “start”, I’ll teleport. If the calculations are correct, at about two-thirty-two, I’ll rush home without being out of breath. I'll land somewhere in Provence. If only not in “Mukhosransk”... To the tune of the now very popular “Opa Gangam Style”
As a child, I was a small person, With a face like a brick that begs, With the frozen expression of a sufferer from diarrhea.
With the click “pimple”, the freak, the burdock sniffed his snotty nose. He had a sideways head and a lop-eared head, - Not one of the handsome men in the league. I walked - my legs were like wheels Servants in the cavalry And that “quite slender” - I didn’t believe Mommy. When he grew up and matured, it was like being watered from a watering can. Suddenly I started hearing grades on the bench from the grandmothers. Chorus: “The lad has become gharny!” Oop-op-oppa! He has become a garniy! Oop-op-oppa! Became filthy! etc. To the tune of the song by Grigory Leps - “The Best Day”, remade for the Anniversary
Does the bumblebee know what buzzes brilliantly?
Does the elm know that it is epoch-making? - Dogs all over the area love to water it. There is happiness and, according to intelligence data, - Nearby, on the lilac branches. Not for a ruble, but for so much - I run to breathe it. Chorus: Today is the anniversary of a Friend. Can't sleep. We'll drink more than one glass on the table. I’ll take a look at myself... Life is like the movie “nishtYak”, And behind the scenes - Bang. (2 times) Something is being built, right there it is dilapidated, We are waiting for something, we kick something away and drive it away, Not wanting to pour empty things into empty space. The years rush by, sometimes skipping. We would have to do it in moderation, not to burp, but we would all be able to find happiness. Chorus: We are looking for a goal in life, So as not to disappear “to zero.” There are a lot of arrows in the heart; Delete is such a pain. Time control is in loving hands And behind the scenes - Bang. (2 times) The song is a remake of Alexander Marshal's hit White Ashes
The sunset turned red like a woodpecker's cap, Like the chest of a big bullfinch, As if among the tomatoes a sailor was fast asleep in a vest.
It was getting dark quietly, as if the eyes of the tired city were closing... We really wanted to eat, hunger drove us to the kitchen. Chorus: Chop red pepper into salad, onion, parsley, dill, ham. Let’s take more than one tomato, because tomato is so tasty in sour cream. A parody of Elena Vaenga's song I Smoke
What the Master, saying that everything is burning in his hands, he nailed the shelf.
Above my chair, which she will hang, Said: “until the end of time.” One day I decided to take a nap on a chair. The cat climbed onto the shelf. And immediately the weight of the entire shelf fell on my head and chest. Chorus: Twenty volumes of Georges Sand, Tolstoy - “Karenina Anna”, Vase, cut glass, Kaverina “Two Captains”, Candlestick, more volumes of Druon, Dumas, “Uncle Styopa”... Eh, I’ll finish the shelf myself. The husband's hands are growing out of his ass.. Remake of the song about love by Timur Rodriguez - I need your voice
Barefoot I stomp on roses, On thorns and let.
I listen in the darkness to “Aw!” In the “reptiles” Somewhere there is a girl wearing lipstick, Plunging into sadness, Writing on the glass - “I love you”. Chorus: I need your “beak”, Your “twitter”, Your charm. I am unable to escape your charms. My roof is still leaking, My roof is still leaking. I need your curl, your bow, your bust. It got so bad that I got drunk at the bar again. I'm still naked at heart, I'm still naked at heart. Remake of Nikolai Baskov's song I will kiss your hands.
I won’t sweep the stars like a broom towards your lovely home.
Astrologers will warm the withers, Besides, I promised the astronomers. I think it’s also not worth raking the planets into piles. Although he could have done it easily, the humanoid asked not to do all this. Chorus: I will kiss your hands, Perhaps something else somewhere below. And I will lick your toes. Well, why didn’t you take off your skis, darling? We'll dance in bed with you. Here's just the skin of my swimming trunks and fins. No one can stop us, love, from performing “pa” with cries of “das ist fantastic!” To the tune of Vera Brezhneva's song Love will save the world.
I know the password, I see a landmark. Two more for 0.5 and I will save the world!