Текст песни Лесоповал - Форточки-лопатники

Lyrics: Mikhail Tanich Music: Sergey Korzhukov Performer: Lesopoval group

Before the thieves' strict law
I was not allowed because
That a whole year has me on hegemon
Taught in a plaster vocational school.

Lenin hung in the detachment in a black frame,
They dragged scrap metal on the sly,
And I left with legal thieves
From the pioneers straight to the camps.

CHORUS:
Ah, the vents are shovels,
Ah, fomochki - master keys!
And with beer I'm salty
I chew crackers,
And then in a gray quilted jacket
Seven years on roll call
I squander my youth.

Every puss has a hut,
And I take off the corner and bye
In total I have the nickname Vova Mukha
And a modest profession - a prisoner.

But we did not write letters at will
From the awarded tundra and taiga,
Pine needles sucked
So as not to throw the skis from the scurvy.

CHORUS.

I swung an onion and a shovel,
And he built this chaos with you,
But I'm not guilty before you -
For everything I took, I have already served.

CHORUS:
Ah, the vents are shovels,
Ah, fomochki - master keys!
And with beer I'm salty
I chew crackers,
And then in a gray quilted jacket
Seven years on roll call
I squander my youth. /3 times/