Текст песни АВТОБУСНЫЙ ПАРК х SCHERLOCK - НЕ ДВОРОВЫЙ ХОП

how the counter did not count the number of steps in arshins,
since childhood I equated the hum of flashing lights with the sound of a drill,
and should we plow for a pittance?
but on TV the ministers scream like an ass sitting on an awl.

everything is pissy here
all justice is thrown overboard
an official hawala in a day like the children of an orphanage in a year,
the whole mind of the Bulbash has already dumped to the west,
because here the poor man can die out like a dinosaur.

I will tighten the cap tighter so that it does not drip into my face,
the eyes are only visible, and they see how they give on the paw,
and this is not any message, and not even a call,
a life filled with writing, in which the lower classes dwell

and this is not a backyard hop and not a driveway hap,
everything is done to strengthen the structures of the bastion,
I don't remember where all this stuff is in my head,
and I remember how I trampled my own stadium harnesses