Текст песни Александр Вестов и Сергей Толстихин - Блатная классическая

He tramp of vagrants,
He's from the old poor fellows,
And his paddy
It rolled through life like that.
With him on the hair dryer bot
Kyle him to work,
Ruble ten - never
He did not say that nishtyak.

And who then sang Uhar
Nablatykany,
What to eat raspberries whore
Most juice.
This Uhar under gitarku
Raschirikival,
What is good for the life of one.

Theft, simplicity,
Thousands of miles and Vorkuta,
And in the case of two of Kent,
On the bench he was alone.
Give him air
Instead of songs about prison,
Better to let him sing hohlushka,
Queen or Spleen.

From prison romance,
As the bow of the loaf,
Hozbyki, window shkonka,
Girls on the wrappers.
Who cut in and whips,
That protects the freedom,
One nurse and cares
The chase and Vatnikov.