Текст песни IQ 48 - Колькі не бяжы

In a village alone, near Valozhyn somewhere
There was a grandmother, next to her lived neighbors.
Pigs and reared and drove the dance,
But the gypsies passed through the village once.
No one noticed, came to their senses later,
As in this violence the pigs were stolen secretly.
The statement to the police is just a joke.
A precinct officer in a collective farm is a stubborn person.

No matter how much you run, you still can't catch up,
You break your legs, you break all your arms!

Grandmother's grandfather decided and set to work himself:
He dug up a machine gun from the war and hid in a ditch.
He drank moonshine, went out on the ladder of war:
"Hide in burrows, sides and boils!".
And the gypsies were nearby, in the nearby forest.
Roasted kebabs, drunks sang songs.
Taking out a machine gun, he fired at the criminals:
"Don't save the pigs, so I'll take off my jeans!"

No matter how much you run, you still can't catch up,
You break your legs, you break all your arms!