Текст песни Сергей Бородин - Полковник разведки

Folk Honduras Antinicotine Song

(c) Viktor Bayrak

In colonel intelligence
In Honduras were kids.
Everyone has, of course, ancestors,
But not each of the intelligence.

It is a pity that in Honduras
Recognize children by race.
Them, of course you can paint,
But do not paint in Honduras.

From trouble yes from the scandal
Mother hid them in the bungalow.
Only at night released
And secretly gave fat.

Through the border of the march
He wore it with pieces
Pulled bullets above the temples,
To find his whiskey.
And he hides for the stone,
Relax and in the march-throw.

Somehow at night
The bullet in his forehead caught
(They usually have little night,
They are usually a lot of them).
Gorky Gorky Bungalow
Crying a girl about him.

Crying bitter tears
Crying black eyes.
In Honduras poor mother
Do not want to help money.

Honduran-teen!
Do not smoke a cigarette.
And not that there are kids
From colonels intelligence.