Текст песни Чиж И К - В Старинном Городе

In the ancient city of Oblomov
On the Dostoevsky side
The boy lives Kostik Strauve
About twenty eight years it seems as already.

Lives on Kidalova street,
What a quiet place by the river
And every evening it’s freezing
And without fail with the plan jambs.

Glory to our nation, the creator!
Hail, nameless jerk, hovering!

The boy lives, enjoys,
No other share is needed
After all, at work, master Gauzner
Without a plan, no shisha can live.

And how do you go in the field out of town
The soul asks for freedom
On the left hand is a hemp
Right hand Anasha.

Glory to our nation building!
Hail, nameless jerk, hovering!

But he hit the bell with a slide,
Recognizing the presence of sticks,
Suddenly, strict men appeared,
Arrested languid guys.

And all the poppy was cut down under the root,
The whole Belomorkanal disappeared,
Once again its name
The ancient city has justified.

Glory to our nation building!
Hail, nameless jerk, hovering!