Текст песни Владимир Асмолов - Панки

Sun punks
Framed slippers
Going out into the light
Out of the underground and darkness!
And in the basement
They wrote their own:
We are informals!
Formals are not us!

But the bureaucrat
Entrenched in the housing office,
The slogan is
Refused to understand!
The inscription is painted over,
But not forever -
Over night she
Appeared again.

Children of the Time of Troubles -
Punks
You are the era of stagnation of wounded animals.
And of course, no rod
Not gingerbread cookies
Well do not touch your soul.

You are so homeless
Punks
You don’t have a mother
There is no folder
Well, if there is one,
Thats in the overseas
Poor the poor for life!

Proud punks
Hedgehogs are dead -
Someone stick them
In the wheels pops!
In appearance they are harmless -
Punks
But take a closer look -
Harsh people!

And not accepting
Damned life
Like troubles
Waiting for the winter
They know for sure
Where the dog is buried.
We are informals!
Formals are not us!

Today all punks
No fight, no panic
Silently Taste
From new freedoms!
In full dress
Sitting on the pavement
In that nobody
Not giving a report!

Not worshiping
Neither God nor the Devil
And not afraid
Neither court nor prison
So they joke
Straight black and white:
We are informals!
Formals are not us!