Текст песни Александр Заборский - Последняя пивная

The last hours I walk free And now the last pub
There are cops waiting for me in the bulwarks at the platoon of an ambush there and I know about it
And in the dark, legashi drive after me, and my fellow traveler thumps into drebadan
And there is no way out for my soul, but still I only step forward
Another glass for Russian crime for a strong dump truck this evening
I stole as I plucked roses and gave them all away for so and I was happy forever
And tell at least to anyone all the local basota before the people had no sin, I
But from the enduring cool, someone remembered me to the delight of operas and guards
And in my memory there was a case that central food and business shobla
Short conversation stabbed and here's the outcome and here's the last pub
Another glass for Russian crime for a strong dump truck this evening
I stole as I plucked roses and gave them all away for so and I was happy forever
I'm drunk in my pocket a knife is knee-deep in the sea, but gentlemen, I never run away
And now I walk through the door and a random fellow traveler is dragging along behind me
And the cops froze and began to stand up for me, assuming
And I said madam here, maybe shooting, hurry away, I don't wish you evil
One more glass for Russian crime for a shtypova scandal for a cool evening
I stole as I plucked roses and handed them all out for so and I have nothing to repent of