Текст песни Лявон Вольскі - Пра міліцыю і зьбітага журналіста

Grisha:
Journalist beaten up in Minsk
Not hooligans, not bandits,
And people with the name capacious "riot."

Savka:
It would esli he sat quietly,
Nobody would he Nha zdelav ill
And he smatryu, Popper on the rampage.

Nha need to drain it,
Our police
Ana does not like that, mon ami.

Grisha:
So where do we live?!
Or twenty-first century,
Or here medieval hell?

In the best customs of the Gestapo
OMON or riot
Wrought iron boot on the liver and in the face.

Savka:
And who is the boss here?
He razazliv, and you can not merge them,
Here are a bedroom and he paluchyv his fee.

Nha need to drain it,
Our police
Ana does not like that, mon ami.

Grisha:
So where do we live?!
Or twenty-first century,
Or here medieval hell?

Grisha:
Did they think the guys,
What's 2010-th,
And still they are masters.

Savka:
My good friend, pray tell,
What izmyanilas globally?
With so much izmyanilas since then?

Nha need to drain it,
Our police
You do not polezesh in a cage, there gdze beast.

Grisha:
Nothing will be times,
And all these dogs
Over all, all the answer you believe!