Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Борец за идею

There was an inexplicable cataclysm:
I was walking home on a quiet street of his -
Lo and behold, I brazenly rushing toward capitalism,
Bestial your face behind the mask & quot; & quot ;! Lada

I'm not going underground passages:
Screeching brakes to me - as a romance about three rubles -
For eh I went under and was freezing in the seventeenth year,
To a private owner sneered at & quot; & quot ;! Zhiguli

He is not my friend nor relative,
He told me - sworn enemy -
Bespectacled private owner
In green, gray, white & quot; & quot ;! Zhiguli

But nothing, I went to the old tactics:
He went underground - even blamed for absenteeism!
Tonight I have three tires proporol -
So relieved - no sleeping pills to sleep!

The door to break - bought a jackhammer,
Electric - try the roof drunk!
Do not denigrate our ladies soveysky town
Where beer is brewed gold & quot; & quot ;! Zhiguli

He is not my friend nor relative,
He told me - sworn enemy -
Bespectacled private owner
In green, gray, white & quot; & quot ;! Zhiguli

I for my sins will not do:
I'm in a mental hospital all rights won.
And I'd put them up against the wall by one
And directs them laden Dump!

But soon I will make my car -
All parts are there - and from owning dismiss:
Polish - and overclocking break
It is under the windows of the hotel & quot; & quot ;. Metropol

No, something skipped a beat - because its part of something! -
Enough sleep, enough to eat, I drink only tea ...
Everything - food, food to record the traffic police! ..
Oh, shit! - & Quot; Muscovite & quot; I splashed, a scoundrel!

He is not my friend nor relative,
He told me - sworn enemy -
Bespectacled private owner
In green, gray, white & quot; & quot ;! Muscovites