Текст песни Михаил Круг - ПРО БИЧЕЙ

As Malyuta son of Skuratov
He hit the men in the face.
You are right or you are guilty -
You won't leave without bruises.

On Ordzhanka at the shop
Same deeds:
The scourge of the whip was crushed a little -
The police took them.

They took away, were not shy,
Fists scratched
Brought to the department, beat -
Bruises anyway.

Oh, how the line was noisy:
"The prison is crying, they say!"
And she did not regret the scourges:
How much shit you want in Tver.

Someone under the guise of short-lived
I could get out of line,
But, majestically strict,
The sergeant interrupted their maneuver.

Attackers in the back:
"Get in line, at the end"
And for fear he took out
A cucumber from a holster.

Yes, the occasion is crazy
And the sergeant got into a mess.
It's just another joke
Or did it just happen?

But bitten by a chisel
He was sticking out so big
The cucumber was of terrible power
And besides, seed ...