Текст песни Караулов Вячеслав - Пацанка

Sing, zhigan, we do not walk on the will
And do not meet the spring holiday May
We sing about how the girl is a kid
The night stage was hijacked in the far edge

Oh God, my, and who pampers you
Head of Camp and Old Urcagan
And maybe you were fed to the will
And when shooting on you Palcped Nagan

And you fell, blood pouring
Fell right booster on sand
And according to your bloody-russes
Passed Chekist Forged boot

Oh, my God, as I want to
To be on the will I have at least a few minutes
Forget about the camp, forget her laws
And on you, my kid, take a look