Текст песни Тарас Компаніченко - Всякому городу нрав і права

To every city of morals and rights,
Each has a mind of its own head,
Every heart has its own love,
Each throat has its own taste of what it is.
And I am the only thought in the world,
And I just don't go crazy.

Peter for the ranks of the lords of the lord's tert,
Fedka merchant at arshine all lies.
He builds his house in a new way,
Thats all in percent: probably believe it!
And I am the only thought in the world,
And I just don't go crazy.

He constantly plows the ground,
This foreign breeds livestock.
They form on catching dogs,
This one is making a noise from the house like a tavern,
And I am the only thought in the world,
And I just don't go crazy.

Builds on your own the lawyer of the law,
Student disputes shake head,
Those concerned about the Venus Cupid,
Every head is tormented by his own fool.
And I am the only thought in the world,
How to die is not crazy for me.

That eulogy is intertwined with lies,
The doctor puts dead people in a row,
These are images of fat aces,
Step runs, as a wedding, in a lawsuit.
Death is scary! a slanting oblique!

You do not spare the royal hair,
You don't look where the man is, but where the king is -
You eat everything like a straw fire.
Who spits sharp steel on it?
One whose conscience is like pure crystal.