Текст песни Трофим - Иномарка, автомат системы ППШ

I bought a car overseas
On the border between Poland and Lithuania.
Money for it gave decent
Plus tax and customs lads.

The road distant, misty,
And in the woods teeming with robbers
And I bought at the station the homeless
Automatic system PCA (a).

Only I still and move at night -
Well, I'll get ambushed.
There is not repulsed me with a machine gun -
Not for nothing the machine be lost.

But we have leaven some shovels,
Anyone who is looking for something to find.
So I took out almost brand new
Two-handed heavy machine gun.

I drove around to deny yourself,
Forgetting about the rest and food.
Along the way, love is not tied,
Even he is recovering on the go.

But one night at Bedrischenska,
Thank God, he gave no sleep,
I was bristling with trunks,
Murderers barred the way.

I did not ask for surrender,
A fired on them from all trunks.
Only the cabin liner klatsat
And the gate I knocked out seven teeth.

And when I walked out to meet them,
Instead, murderers and enemies
On four turned out to be the road
Finely chop the cows.

And as for me on prigorochka
Half of the village on tractors chased,
I thought, that I would take shestёrochku
I used it for less cost.