Текст песни Стоп Кран - Витька

Played orchestra fun rolled wave
Tired guard as smoke covered with gray
He is sitting on the bench, his head on his fist spershis
No one knows why the fire plays in the eyes

Was parnishkay day he drove in football
Ingested butterscotch and as always Score
Children older than he was called small
And as the dark screaming mother Vic home

He went to school began to study small Vitka
The end of the football in the science of the whole head
The guys from the yard Vitek come to us for a walk
No guys told me to learn his mother

Not life and boredom presented his mother
Numbers letters yes even learn to dance
The guys from the yard Vitek come to us for a walk
Yes, yes guys run running start

Dirty hands sweat at once the head
Shirt trousers here is the strength of the game
And there is no boredom here only m'yach yes grass
Clapping hands and mouths screaming cheers

Played orchestra fun rolled wave
A boy covered with long-haired Vitka
He is sitting on the bench, his head on his fist spershis
Though walking with a cane but became gray-haired Vitka