Текст песни Владимир Азязов - Рабочий район

Jim on the brakes
Immediately behind the ring.
Ah, these eyes
On the eve of the feed.

Here is a rusty concrete,
Yes, locks on the gate.
Working district
Where there is no job.

Here is the stripped floor,
And cutting walls
And the son did not come
From Chechen captivity.

Guys urge
Here only in infantry
In the working quarter
Where there is no work.

About tundra and nara
SPEA FROM MY PURE
Under the sound of glass
In the bushes at the entrance.

Stick Brother Cain
Here is a knife under the edge,
Here is the crown master
Here Zone Zero.

I myself in this zone
Born in the fall
In the working area
Where there is no work.

Only in Kittel Stalin
Yellow in the photo -
Keeper Okrain,
Where there is no work.

Breasts on the balcony
Yunets Yastoto
Sleep palm
To soulless altitudes.

From these teenagers
Sad and skinny
Still shudder
Manege Square

From their scotch
On ether Nedozdnim
Saliva choans
Corrective Posner.

Like, who agoned?
Yes, where are the machine guns?
Drive them to areas
Where there is no job!

We all are caught here
And drink to vomiting
In the working area
Where there is no work.

We only dream,
Morloki and orcs,
How to meet colors
Here are thirty parts.

Following Antyti
- "Great, guys!"
We are subcomante
Keep bearded.

Now everything is yours here,
Well, fun-ka!
Do not be afraid, dad,
Take a three-year one.

Revda ordered
And take urgently need
Bridges and stations
And wine warehouses.

In power in red
Reliable roof
She is Pidoras
I will not pass Kibalchish.