Текст песни Виктор Ковалев - Нет автомата у меня

Tell me where our working class
And who is now the hero of labor from now on
All values ​​like golden stock
People are not left in mom.
And the prices on yeast grows with might and
Bargie grin bass
Oh atomat no, I'm on the root
Lead awarded their kiss.
Good to carry from construction bricks,
Collapse balcony or veranda!
And whose certainly not to know your hands
By the cabin top Prilep attic!
Put the castle like the king
And servants to themselves will arrange a row
Eh automatus do not have!
What would conduct snickering in the tomb!
Got the fact that the people are a dirty!
Bourgeois zhopig sitting in the capitals
In the villages, too, love the new year!
Yes, only there they meet and not in Nice!
Watch the rich! The boy's bad is not ours!
And the poor man over the years is angry!
Once there is no automaton! There is a pelvis
Which he will eventually look!