Текст песни Віктар Шалкевіч - Партызанская балада

Guerrilla ballad

Don't bite me with your golden teeth,
Do not pull on the concert of the Russian group
"Mongol Shuudan".
Begin to ache and bleed
damn wounds.
I am the only one in the country
with the blue blood of the partisans.
From the ninth at work I review the papers
Do I flip through newspapers with speeches by leaders,
And on the sixth their secret
action intentions:
The machine under the polo and in the direction
nearby bushes ...

Do not bite me between the rye fields,
Don't bite, don't bite ...

That's the last name in the air bat,
And then suddenly
Grimane underfoot an old rotten bucket.
I take it out of my pants pocket
jar of glue and dashing
Decorate the walls
leaflet of the Savinformburo.
The lullaby is sung softly to me
birch and pine,
The headphones are ringing chimes,
says Moscow.
Oh, birch and pine,
my guerrilla sisters,
Let you know how much my head costs!

Do not bite me between the rye fields,
Don't bite, don't bite.

And in the morning, when they get tired
in a campfire head,
Peeling out from under the claws I am enemy blood
And supposedly with sadness,
ostensibly with a cold smile
I remember my unreliable ones
best friends.
And my best friends
nothing more is needed:
No vodka, no money, no summer, winter or spring,
After all, friends sleep quietly ...
Near the wives in warm beds
And watch colored porn or videos.

Don't bite me with your golden teeth!
Don't bite me with your golden teeth.
Don't bite me with your golden teeth ...