Текст песни барто - Московские стройки

Commits a home with dogs
Evening stroll past the building
As of the cells, the windows of cabins
Three Tajik stare smartly
And naive view of the dog
Do not look to distinguish from Tajik
podkoptit not a Dalmatian
Spiced with local cheap adzhika

And I am waiting for you a shot at the crown
Or his own fork punctured the mouth
Trembling creature roll out time
Tale about how frantic race
Pulls to square the poor donor
Throwing before the hungry cover
And feed them as their own meat
Udder - the capital
Name - Moscow

The third surah reads Ilham
Farid studying his fingers
For garages sun falls
The bar opposite the Mercedes bare their teeth
And the post of GAI drawn Schmal
And they look and stare into the distance

Fed no one is hungry
That's why they look away

Blue morning sun scalded
Above the roof spatter halo
Basking in the summer the young Farid
With pleasure urinating on the floor Ruberoid
Did he see a dazzling work
And absurd, as the Order of the hero Nasser
End of non-possession, Valiant Edge -
It was the Soviet Union
And there SSSRa

The same probably thought sleepily
Once a former employee of the Research Institute
But now quicly Austrian stroyfirmy
Looking at their native land
Where the free market carries the last
Enclosed car grid cottage
Where smells and magnolia tansy
Tin
In the distant forest pours horizon

The third surah reads Ilham
Farid studying his fingers
For garages sun falls
The bar opposite the Mercedes bare their teeth
And the post of GAI drawn Schmal
And they look and stare into the distance

Freestyle involuntary not understand
That's why they look away

Time - a smithy of nations - the remains of the Great
Chagall's triumph as renovation
And juicy beautiful children Tajiks
Probably will join Moscow's beau monde

And the son of the manager about the barricades
Tell you about the collapse of thirst Scoop,
About how freedom in the end are not happy -
Raba took bondage in pubs
And begin to pray - just so there is no return
Crystal homeland old young days
Humala love - lawlessness board
And the way the children repeat the southern children
Farid blood under the nail dry residue
And the debt in your pocket - it does not knock
He recently was so afraid of Allah
But really there is nothing to be afraid of
But there are than to pay

The third surah reads Ilham
Farid studying his fingers
For garages sun falls
The bar opposite the Mercedes bare their teeth
And the post of GAI drawn Schmal
And they look and stare into the distance

Net unclean does not understand
That's why they look away

(Julia Teunikova)