Текст песни С.Наговицын - Говорила мне мать.

Mother told me:
"Don't steal! Don't give a damn!
We will live while I still work ... "
I didn't believe it, you fool
In golden words!
And now I am on the bench.

Ay, lave, lave, lave in the trap
Lured.
Opera fucking, from pen to gun
They planted.
Chirp the time, cuckoo, on the road.
Will ring back - I will return to the dear threshold.

Thieves' bench,
A family without a breadwinner.
"Funnel" slows down at the door.
Curly stage
Bekh halva and without women,
The deadline meets us with bread and salt.

Ay, lave, lave, lave in the trap
Lured.
Opera fucking, from pen to gun
They planted.
Chirp the time, cuckoo, on the road.
Will ring back - I will return to the dear threshold.

Mother told me:
"Don't steal! Don't give a damn!
We will live while I still work ... "
I didn't believe it, you fool
In golden words!
And now I am on the bench.

Ay, lave, lave, lave in the trap
Lured.
Opera fucking, from pen to gun
They planted.
Chirp the time, cuckoo, on the road.
Will ring back - I will return to the dear threshold.