Текст песни Панк Фракция Красных бригад - Таких могли б висеть сотни

You with the teenage years is fucking face
When crossing the door behind you whistler
When the dope flow into you like a current in the two racks

And after a day of working chekushku you in coat
And we must take the bus so as not seen one
How do you drink it there and sweep past the signs and garbage

There could hang hundreds b
This wine leadership role
That divided the whole working staff at the gate

Here is my eternal pain that alcoholics do not recognize
Sometimes for people in their society whip
Sweeps like a viper in the Republic of Panama

Concrete slab always beckons your opinion
And the mood like in a brothel only sides ache
And the inscription on the glass in the clean and jerk: throw their bottles themselves

There could hang hundreds b
This wine leadership role
That divided the whole working staff at the gate