Текст песни А.Кузнецов и В.Платонов - Блатная

I look at the sky
And I dream of will.
Flying Nightingale,
I'm bored Zinke.

He recalled how in the morning
Zinke, I knocked on the door.
And I can not forget,
What I saw there.

it turned out it
Eight years is not true.
And mentyaroy-Paskuda
This is the time lived.

With tears in his eyes
I got sharpening.
And mentyare between the ribs
I ordered it.

In the dock
I sat and yawned.
A judge dushegubets
The sentence read to me.

Ten years I soldered
With the prosecutor hands.
But Zinka - litter
I managed to find a general

And the last ten years,
I am now a deputy.
In the United Russia,
I am mandated.

And now the law
I sections of the budget.
Five percent of the people,
The rest .... sawed.