Текст песни М.Шуфутинский - Патрон

I hold in my hand a cartridge:
Sleeve, bullet, cap ...
Since it is made with love,
Someone tried.
Received a salary on time
Artists at work,
Tomorrow someone could
With a bullet to get married.

CHORUS:
Do not wake famously,
And not wake up,
Do not judge strictly -
Be not judged.

Here is a cartridge in his hand:
Sleek, sharp, flat.
Polished on the machine
And polished.
Who is my friend, and who is my enemy -
It is unknown
Step left and right step -
As an attempt to escape.

Chorus.

A work at home asleep
Yes raises twins,
Accelerates appetite
Honestly ryumashki.
A cartridge in the barrel,
Yes, even in a cage ...
To what are on my heart
Now restless.