Текст песни Виктор Березинский - 10 - Б

I often think of their tenth B
The fate of all of us, like leaves, scattered.
It is only rarely rarely calls me Sparrow -
Head Paveletskaya station.

And Mishka Rabinovitch back in San Francisco
Playing in a restaurant on the tube,
And Victor Paramonov in places not very close
For many years in prison.

I go to a faceless crowd I through the roar and the noise,
Meet me running Major Isaev.
- Where are you, freckled? And he - I'm sorry, I hasten. -
Soest me the phone and disappears.

And Mishka Rabinovitch back in San Francisco
Playing in a restaurant on the tube,
And Victor Paramonov in places not very close
For many years in prison.
And Varka Petukhov - responsible employee,
And Vadik resting in LTP ...
Let's get together sometime, guys,
And remember his home, the tenth B!