Текст песни Бен Бенцианов - Магазин без продавцов

Let me tell you a true story harsh
What happened to me,
How I come for Refresh
I'm from the village to the district center.
I see - worth at gorochku
Shop without sellers:
Choose a product on the shelf
Reckoning - and be healthy.
Just opened new doors
I carry the crate,
Oh, I went, pine Christmas trees,
Select Refresh here.
From goods shelves are groaning:
Here and cotton and brocade,
With all I had time to get acquainted,
All I scored a temper,
And that's really carefully stacked
All purchases to one.
Paying by check,
As it should be,
I have fun going home ...

Oh, standing in the doorway molodushka
Near the stalwart fine fellow.
He says: & quot; Open your crate
Show showmanship. & Quot;
Rummaged all pokupochki,
But nothing to convict,
Rumor I: & quot; Sima-ka his jacket
With Molodetsky shoulder & quot ;.
Jacket carefully examined,
The entire thrust pad.
Know checked carefully,
No I hide rugs.
And the people came running together around
Shame on you, my friends, I stand
And she does not let up,
Requests untie shoes!
But it was not enough shoes,
She says: & quot; Well!
Raaaaaaskryvay-ka (pause) my red lips!
Maybe that you carry in your mouth! & Quot;

He knows only the night Autumn
How to escape in the end.
Do not entice me now and carrot
In the store without merchants!