Текст песни Владимир Капгер - Московский валютный блюз

I know the diseases of the era
Caraise not only passersby.
Moscow, what do you look so bad?
Look at whom you look like!
You, like a currency whore,
Spread the legs of the prospectuses,
Swollen from the summer fluff -
Eight
century
yoke!

Boulevard Putan Skirt,
Obid, although I am not busy, -
No crowns for me and dollars,
My Runel does not fit into the envelope.
Do not waste the closer Lador,
Dynam the old woman will not become
Swamp you pimps - -
You, baby, I do not
Pocket!

Under the layer of gypsy lipstick
Blushing unusual
Go from Sashkina Garda,
And the flock looks a foreigner:
The girl enviable growth,
Punk songworm,
In the attachment of the Kuznetsky bridge,
In Arbat Plebea mold!

But I remember you by serugin
In the Sunday ahead of school;
Noisy monastic elms
Flower chime bell!
Short nights, decide
Let's go to dawn with me.
See, not in dollars happiness!
And in the morning
Bim
To analo!

1989.