Текст песни Пародия на КиШ - Гопник

It was getting dark outside, the day ended,
Over the kitchen table sat the boys
Drank beer, but the kiosk run over the lazy
On the street cold - was the dead of winter.

And who would have thought that in that hour
Rumpled, all frozen and buhoy
Decent kid
Slowly trudged home

Chorus.
Aaaaaaaa .... Gopnik ...
Aaaaaaaa .... Gopnik ...
Aaaaaaaa .... Gopnik ...
But Gopnik's here somewhere.

Outside a full moon
People went for a beer the whole crowd
But from a distance, he saw the boy
One of them suddenly pointed

Chorus.

The kid was not taken aback, walked:
"Hey, you, who are you in life? There are smoking? "
They told him: "Yes, it would be better on the x & amp; d you go"
And he said: "Let us speak of the concept of"

And soon the basement of a crowd
An hour later the cops arrived
And every one of them
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