Текст песни Новый Свет - Артисты 2-й категории

We taverns midnight idols
We serve here the golden calf
And do not bother us, the muse and the lyre,
A rollicking roll to the crown

How Chopin took from the culture
Who's restaurants, who LTP
It is more honest than for the same hack
Call popular, star, etc.

And we artists of the second category,
In the Odyssey, frigates, Astoria
No academies or conservatory
As in the veins of the Negro jazz
In the blood we Dobrynin

Tobacco smoke over the bandstand like Prapor
And pours vodka streams everywhere
Here the law should supplement
During the hard work in a hostile environment

A & quot; Squads & quot ;, & quot; Atas & quot ;, & quot; Lambada & quot;
It's the sound of a circular saw
So Ruddy rumpled award
Over the nerves that tight rock

And we are the second category of artists
From Yalta to Feodosiya
Relieves stress better than motels
And charges are not as silent Chumak

We're not sad about the buried talent
Will need - we dig up again
Drink, brother, for musician friends
It's boring without them life was used to burn!

And we are the second category of artists
Do not grieve any time in history
In no kings, under the first secretary
And the president is now the world will not let us