Текст песни Беломорканал - Пехота

Well stared, infantry ?!
You're not right from head to toe!
You prove something to me
And you turn to you.

Your words no longer make sense
I met such goners.
You imposter, not barefoot
And do not disgrace more tramps.

Saman, push him with a hair dryer
What pennies you can't buy honor
Tell him really
He was nobody, nobody he is.

And let the channel go soon
Where it is noisy until the morning
Where prostitutes are entertained
Drunk vodka, fraer.

By clouding your brain with makhorka,
You, fraer, confuse the words
You call yourself barefoot
And grass grows in my head.

You play life without rules
You always sit where it's warm
Friends to women you change
And do not think zapadlo.

I’ll just say thank you,
Revealing his soul to a secret
What I met in my life
Live for a song plot.

I do not consider myself a tramp
And despise ravens
I just respect the tramps
But in life, to each his own.