Текст песни Лариса Крылова - шарабан

I ran from under Simbirsk,
And in the fist there was a note.

Chorus:
Eh, Scharaban is mine - American,
And I am a girl yes Charlatanka.

One lieutenant - a fun guy -
My fellow traveler was and was my barin.

Chorus.

The whole Moldavian went to the ban:
My Sharaban is sold there.

Chorus.

Hi to the recidivist voraces,
And debris, and activists.

Chorus.

You are in war - I'm on a citizen.
And the thieves are all - on the Moldova.

Chorus.

Why do we have guns, why do we need tanks,
When do we love on the Moldova?

Chorus.

We in Odessa are jealous seriously:
Here is friendship - friendship, and money - apart.

Chorus.

I am a sixth class gymnasics.
Denatet I drink instead of kvass.

Chorus.

I will sell books, selling notebooks.
I will go to the artist I am sin for.

Chorus.

And Sharaban is mine - American.
What night! What a booze!
Want - Drink, dishes - Bates,
I do not care, I do not care.