Текст песни Бригадный Подряд - Рив Гош

I am a normal bastard and naive and pure
And the dancer and dudets and punk rock guitarist
And a driver and fixer and more sonneteer
He said he Santer - This will not be lost!
But the trouble is I do not know crawled otkel
The feeling that is stronger than evil, suddenly climbed into bed
And now I do not hide from bliss oak
And guitar gathering dust - Santerre is not right!

And I I I walk with you on the pavement in a bloody Rive Gauche
And me, you're like the handle on a bloody slaughter in Rive Gauche

I do not like to smell ridiculous Dior
For me, kid, it's just a shame
I want it on the mat shout
But sadly prodalzhay walk again
Better if I left to fight for the Afghan
I wish I thoroughly studied the Koran
I wish I got to Chikatilo under the knife,
How to keep this very damn Rive Gauche

And I I I walk with you on the pavement in a bloody Rive Gauche
And me, you're like the handle on a bloody slaughter in Rive Gauche