Текст песни Андрей Макаревич - Братский вальсок

Let the wind fastens, and Tryn-grass
That knowing that the January blizzard.
The world walks the big lads,
Srowing each other.

And all before the bald, closer rows.
Consider that another moment -
And the number of our Russian lads
Compared to the male population.

Who can be bought - victory in hands,
And who did not bought it - let leave.
Big lads sit in the top,
The lamp of the lady votes.

Little brick cuts the tops
And the honor does not drop,
Brother in the police form
From the same lad guard.

Here is the third call, light in the hall went out,
I stand again in the scenes.
I do not have enough Pants "Adidas"
And haircuts "Visiting Lisa."

But I feel that my day will approach my
We will raise the bar,
I will go to the people and all the country
We are choiring "Taganka":

Taganka, all nights full fire.
Taganka, for what you thwart me?
Taganka, I am your permanent arrest
Youth and talent in your walls were killed ...