Текст песни Михаил Шуфутинский - Дайте медный грошик

I stray boy, beggars, orphans,
Revolutionary son of his country barefoot.
Give copper groshik, Mr. Good,
You will return to the gold ruble.

Groshik on this candy by weight
Buy your favorite lady.
By, do not pass by -
She does not eat is stolen.

Citizen-friend-master, let smoke,
Snuff smoke tickles the nostrils tramps,
And for a cigarette aunt is very simple
I nasypet seeds glass.

I send greetings to you communist,
My rogues, ruin children.
The wind, the wind howled all night,
A GubChK not the lights go out.

Became colder in the evening in the attic.
Sin to say, but it was only with the king of heat.
Puddles night pinned. Roof - blanket
A featherbed - a case without walls and doors.

And I dream that the opposite is true:
I am rich and full, live in Paris ...
Closer opened Clasen and see
That sleeps next to shabby cat.

I stray boy, beggars, orphans,
Revolutionary son of his country barefoot.
Give copper groshik, Mr. Good,
You will return to the gold ruble.

I am the deputy of the Soviet street,
Was given a mandate to the attic to me.
Napping old man on the bench ancient,
Who was nothing will become a nobody.