Текст песни Бодя и Ден - Родной ЧК

Cherkassy my city, the city where I grew up
where to live properly taught us street
here the boys are not trying palitsya
faithful to the traditions of the ideal city, in principle,

a city in which the trained strength of spirit
city ​​in the cat still try to survive bratuha
a city that does not need anything
Tell huyovy city thrown through pliche

when I die, because we all die for sure
I want to paradise would be like my rayonchik
southwest bloom at any time of the year!
When asked from where, I answer proudly

to write everything clearly not enough couplet
We can write about it from dawn to dusk
and in my lines, not a drop of delirium
but I said I could, but you appreciate it!)