Текст песни Вячеслав Бобков - Судья

Sits on the mound,
Not combed, not washed
Old goblin, old goblin.
Having missed a glass in the morning,
Dragged the old man
Crack scratches.

He used to be a judge
Judged judged
By law - once in a zone.
True, he justified many,
Basically - who gave the money
And acquaintances.

After all, not for everyone, for sure,
Long stretch of time,
And from the bell to the bell -
Years flock to centuries.

Only those penniless
Indiscriminately, he planted,
Without delving into the essence of the issue,
Who, for what and why,
How much and what is what ...
Life is like that!

Somehow greedy fag
Fulfilled a rotten order
It was a matter - he sewed a business ...
Young kid
Ten years crossed out
Mayhem.

And he, the boy
Remained a mother in the wild and a wife.
And from the bell to the bell
A long stretch of time.

Time runs into the distance,
The old one retired
And, planting horseradish in the country,
Scratching ass prude
Remembering how I planted
No recoil.

Silently scratches ass -
Not an iron point
Fear floods with water ...
Suddenly the boy will lean back
And punish the scoundrel?
Anything can happen…

Let from the bell to the bell,
But everyone is running out of time.
There is a judge - another judge.
Judges in the world to x ... enough!