Текст песни Ори Зона - По карманчикам

The city flashed with bright colors
Well, I quickly ran away with yards
Black funnel ran over heels
And I vomited as fast as I could
I kind of came off the trash
Just caught my breath in the silence of the courtyards
A whistle shouted somewhere to the right
Stop, atas, raid, near the trash

Chorus: Bosota does not rest until Saturday
Indeed, until Saturday there is still much to do.
On the pockets, yes on the train stations
Guys are grounging again
Cloves-carnations, suckers-collective farmers
Do not hide the money in your pants

They tied me in an instant, but not in the act
Judges proved my fault
And in the pre-trial detention center they shaved, their clothes were carried away
Three articles have been sewn, youngster - wait!
I said a few words about vagrants
How many troubles I visited with them
How much I drank with them, how much I stole
Before, and until now, I didn’t give them up!

Chorus.

Shiznyaki and punishment cell as my home
Lose the cards with the local punks
Shmyaknu for compashka I am a glass, another
Today I will be free to go home