Текст песни Мроя - Марш гопніка

Yesterday I drank wine,
Yesterday I had a day off,
We had seven boys,
Dad, look, two hippies.

My neighborhood, I live here,
For years I will not give way.
This is not Luxembourg for you,
This is not Amsterdam for you.

Let's clean our city from dirt!
I'll be the first to hit them in the face!

Only once the forest has ripened,
Yes, the cops began to knit.
Why are you tying me up?
It is they who need to be planted.

Their hair is up to their shoulders,
Im all "metal" come on,
Shame on our hero city,
How much longer can you endure.

Let's clean our city from dirt!
I'll be the first to hit them in the face!
Oops!

I'm not a rocker, not a punk,
I am not a nationalist.
I'm a Soviet man,
A young specialist.

Bark-bark-bark, "Felicita"! (bark-bark-bark ...)
Bark-bark-bark, "Dear May!" (bark-bark-bark ...)
Bark-bark-bark, "Autumn bouquet"! (bark-bark-bark ...)
Bark-bark-bark, "Blue Fog"! (bark-bark ...)

Let's clean our city from dirt!
I'll be the first to hit them in the face!
Gee!