Текст песни Саранча - Не бандюга

Collector's car will be fired
He makes criminal steps confidently
His sick imagination gives rise to ideas
What he will do, he will have time and hide
He will be a genius
your concussion
The insanity of your birthday
He is a crazy panicky killer
Commits a flight
Yeah! to your street

Paradise is not for gangsters
I'm not a gangster
Paradise is not for gangsters
I'm not like that

He is a gangster of gray streets
But it's temporary
All plots of life on earth are perplexed
His black gun never sleeps
If someone bothers him, he will be killed.
His usual needs are to attack banks
Cash desks in which grandmothers turn green
He will break your rest break the emptiness
He cannot live in peace, and I cannot!