Текст песни А.Розенбаум - Нинка

Ninka like a picture
Rows with fraer.
Give me, Keri, Finka,
I'll go ahead
I’ll ask
And what is this kent.
Let him draw his legs
Ninka, this is a cop
I know.

Thieves' antennae
Handle with a pretzel,
Staff breeches,
Gray on it,
You are looking for sweet, operas,
Ay, do not take it to the show,
The wind whistles in the muzzle.
Ninka, this is shmon,
I know.

What are you, infection,
Brought us a tail?
It would be better if you immediately
Padla, died,
You'd better die
After all, I loved you
But now it has dried up
You are in my chest
I know.

They flew from behind
They began to trample.
Who will be me
Remove from kichi?
But time will bite
And for the last time
Ninka kiss
A bullet between the eyes.
I know.

Thug life
My wicked life
Like the 102nd
"Wet" article.
The term cannot be halved
Ah, not a day will be cut off.
Worms, bubi, blame
And for me - Crosses,
I know.