Текст песни Князь Балев и группа Стоп-Сигнал - Привоз

SMUGGLER STAR (PRIVOZ)
1989
On Sundays from dry Athens ...
The scow is heading past the lighthouse
In the scow, girls, brandy and cocaine
Peach tights, three bales of tobacco.

And the wind blew, and the night was dark,
At least take out your eye, at least salve it with longing,
And Lyova prays - the moon would not fail,
While the customs officers are sharing specials. soldering.

Etc:
Black sea, black night - just chic
Prostitutes, nonsense and cigarettes in bulk
Aunt Dvoire is supplied by Leva Creek
Hai zhyve trade on delivery ..

And Papa Mandal is waiting at the pier with a bendyug
Shoby take on board the family capital
He made a corn and a hump from smuggling
But luck was not on his heels.

And Lyova is the youngest of his two sons
Has state and morality in the drawbar
Lucky son of a bitch and in no rush
Feed the mullet not caught by Kostya

Etc:
Black sea, black night - just chic
Prostitutes, nonsense and cigarettes in bulk
Aunt Dvoire is supplied by Leva Creek
Hai zhyve trade on delivery ..