Текст песни Борис Рыжий - Музе

Pulled black suit
and take a cane -
tapping so
We go around the city .
Where are the poor , zhlobё ,
fools and grabbers -
my treasure,
getcha , getcha , getcha .
Knock , my longing ,
knock , my sadness,
his heart , his temple
for everything that I'm sorry.
For all those who have died
suffocating in the wilderness ,
for anyone who has not given
for the life of the soul .
Among Sweatshirts , Rob
and every spetsuh
knock harder to
strengthened the great hearing.
... Let's look at the market
and the restaurant zaydёm -
eats your fat ,
we are not a gift sozhrёm .
We are an hour
stick back and forth .
... And we have a butterfly
come to life on the throat ...