Текст песни Бригадный Подряд - Ривгош

I am a normal bastard,
And naive and pure,
And the dancer and dudets,
And punk rock guitarist,
And the driver and fitter,
And yet stihoplёt.
Said he Santёr:
& Quot; This will not disappear & quot ;.
But the trouble is crawled
I do not know otkel -
The feeling that is stronger than evil,
Suddenly climbed into bed.
And now I can not hide
The bliss of oak,
And guitar collecting dust ...
Santёr wrong.

And I, I, I walk with you
On the pavement, in the bloody Rive Gauche.
And me, you're acting on the handle,
As the slaughter in bloody Rive Gauche.

I do not like to smell
Ironic & quot; & quot ;, Dior
For me, the boy -
It's just a shame!
I want it on
Screaming obscenities,
But sadly again
I continue to walk.
Better if I fall
Fighting for the Afghan,
Better had I learned
Thoroughly Quran
Better if I have to Chikatilo
I got a knife,
What is going on this very
Damn Rive Gauche.

And I, I, I walk with you
On the pavement, in the bloody Rive Gauche.
And me, you're acting on the handle,
As the slaughter in bloody Rive Gauche.