Текст песни Борис Бурда - Случай

Head of the people's squad
Delighted the hailstones and weights,
What will not be fat now?
One of the oldest professions.
He said: "Once the ladies
Their moral appearance is inexpensive,
We will hang them ... at the stand
"Such people dishonor our city!"

The ladies' guards knew these
(In the service, of course - the world is small!)
From hundreds, they were hardly selected
For the stand, you need ten,
Of course, they hung a photo
With surnames, .. with addresses!
Then phone numbers
They wrote it down themselves!

And to that stand every evening
Men strove in a stream
Phoned about meetings
Inquired about prices and terms,
And someone wrote down the address
And the most playful
Black wings that photo
Dressed and not colored!

And now half a year has not passed,
As some ladies understood
Rapid income growth
The great benefits of advertising!
For a place in the cherished top ten,
Carrying the growth of the clientele
Gave bribes to vigilantes
Money, things, ...

But with the world of criminal contacts
In vain. Their term is fleeting.
And shameful facts surfaced
Sales of profitable places!
They pinned the vigilantes to the wall,
The trial was fair and swift -
Their photos adorned the stands
"Such people dishonor our city!"