Текст песни R Ratunkov - Крысолов

Half of the raincoat merges with the color of the night,
I will sing to you a song if you want.
Yes, which of me is a musician ... so, solid fun.
Half of the raincoat cast bloody alcohol.
Do not take off the hood, I will not answer the handshake,
You are damn courtesy, but it would be better attentive.
I'm telling you - in my case I do not have equal,
My flute plays very and very strange.
My flute can do what I am deprived -
Promise, charming and turning everything into sleep.
I wear it instead of the cross and pressed to the lips,
I will give justice with prayer to my gods.
I do not believe in the choir promises and ringing coins,
You pay the fact that there are no in our contract.
Mercy to the creatures - not my trait,
I will sing a song - time to pay bills.
My song is spread by the wind, sailing on the water.
At dawn here will be significantly fewer people.
Stamping bags of fourth, farewell note on bis.
Laying, if you need - a cable of gray rats is walking behind me.