Текст песни Никита Марченко - А в Нью Йорке

Run thieves, staging the wallet,
Runs, not sick under his feet,
Runs, not knowing where.
What a life? What is nonsense? ...

And in New York dawn ... E-e-e ...

Chop cops through the streets
Looking for a thief who has stolen chicken
Run, not knowing where.
What a life? What is nonsense? ...

And in New York dawn ... E-e-e ...

Workers get up, raise their ass.
And run, and time runs back.
Everything will come to the circles of their own
And in New York, life is nonsense.

And in New York dawn ... E-e-e ...