Текст песни Кричевский Гарик - Автобан

Russian brothers are not sitting on social
Does not take German handouts.
And just steals, in between, sometimes
By order of expensive cars.

And then they interrupt the number on the engine
Polish folk craftsmen.
And already in the distant and mysterious scoop,
New owners are waiting for the car.

Autobahn is not clean show off,
A simple smooth road.
And the advertising lights are on
Near the Berlin prison.

Well, there is another category of punks:
Holders of great talent.
These boys are dressing at half price
Fashionable clothes of immigrants.

Their work is a theatrical game
With an element of creative luck.
Now from a very expensive boutique
A sweater from Versache flies away.

They say that she’s a pain at the invention of cunning,
I declare to you without propaganda.
My friend works from morning to morning
In a particular field of smuggling.

He carries goods, the country really needs
Past all customs is perfect.
Even the FSB knows this topic for sure,
But they can’t show it real.

And when lanterns flicker over the city
And neon shines advertising
Russian prostitutes tear fascists to pieces
In the warm clubs near Kotma.