Текст песни Юрий Насыбуллин - По местному Бродвею

On local Broadway
Today, as always,
Walking and staring
There, then here

Combed panicles
Antennas for reception
Purebred heifers
We went to rent

And the evening ignites
And whispers about rubles ...
And they drive up to the heifers
Bulls on "Zhiguli"

And loading into a wheelbarrow
Fishnet stockings
She chews like gum:
"By nature, dudes"

Hot Southern
The owner is gray
They will pass them in a circle
Or he will be alone.

And after the promenade
As a reward for a trifle
He will slap her on the bottom
Or shove a quarter ...

And tomorrow there will be a new one
Talented client,
She is ready for anything
For a pack of cigarettes.

Pepsi-Cola bottle
Crumpled bed
Hurry to finish school
And straight to the panel ...