Текст песни Хз - Сколько лет

Shortly before his death, my heroic grandfather
Gave it to me (I was a good grandson)
Your combat award pistol
Donated by Marshal Zhukov.
Didn't just give it away
And he punished:
Evil must be punished.

Since then, I have not been eating or sleeping calmly.
I'm like Zorro, on the night watch.
I'll kill the bastard smoking in the elevator
That paints on the fence.

And for walking the dogs on the playground,
And for loud music for the whole entrance,
For parking a car on the lawn,
So -
For any for the slightest hit:

- Excuse me, tell me, how old are you?
You probably wanted to live for a long time?
It's not meant to be!
And without a word I take out my pistol
And shoot the bastards in the head