Текст песни Голубые Молнии - Брелок наган и чемодан

We scolded the shtabnikov in vain,
The commander gave the order:
We have been to the city twice -
Eh, luck has visited us!
And every time - Kozhushny row.
Eh, luck has visited us!
We went twice to Gryazny -
There are a dime a dozen goods.
There are no fine sellers there -
My heart sank in my chest.
And everyone stands and looks like that -
As if they want to rip your scalp off.
Left, right row - everything is contraband,
The muzzles are all gangster around.
This is not Leipzig or Wanda,
This is not Madame Scherer's salon.
But we, say, are not a gift either -
We hide the pistols under the belt.
The private sector will decline
With the huckster of the heart we have flint.
Keychain-revolver. And a suitcase.
"Ah, I won't give more than a hundred Afghani ..."