Текст песни Людмила Петрушевская - Мой Бой

My battle lives on a ochable row

I am visiting him as usual



Large apartment like a column hall

Everywhere people although he did not call anyone



My fight with a beard but he is famous dude

And everything to visit him is just so



He takes the dates of Khokhlov and Mordw

All who come to this city of Moscow



My battle one book was written

In which it says how to nurture capital



His companies have broken a clear stump

But with him, people all who are not too lazy



My fight is disabled deaf mute and without legs

And he would say to them word if he could



I am tired of really the people of ostophyghel

Let me take someone from here from here



My fight with a beard but he can't understand

That this apartment is time to change



But he stands stubborn my poor fear

Like a turtle in stains with a white beard



He is not gray-haired my fight is pigeons

And what to help him I do not know even kill



Here such things have many birds

And their chaos do not know the borders at all - oh!



Sit on the nose on your head anyway

My fight like a fool all in white guano



I say you can't change the apartment

You can lure a foreigner



But he stands stubborn my poor fear

And with him a dog whose back



My battle lives on a ochable row

I won't come to visit him



I'm sorry for him Nemeless, though I am not from the plax

My fight with a beard My poor Carl Marx