Текст песни Владимир Захаров - На улице Гороховой...

My memory arrests, trying my inner CC,
I lost this battle, not clean, but on points.
Not to beat with glasses, not to be a gad, it is not,
At night, there is a bed in Russia and hell in Russia

On Vasilyevsky Island, where after me I would like to die
Feel especially acute that there is still a third
Put on, drove into the corner, and ambush from all sides,
And instead of the name, the pronoun "I" is suddenly replaced by "he"