Текст песни ГРИША ЗАРЕЧНЫЙ - Бежал парнишка от ментов...

It was the boy in the evening, went to his home
And go left a small street just
But stopped suddenly Bobby Cop
Two operatives came out of it
& Quot; With so late at night, where the documents
Come to the office, I told someone! & Quot;
Here they are - handcuffs, can be seen to be trouble
The boy escaped, ran to the house

CHORUS boy fled from cops
Like the devil runs from incense
He knew from the older boys
What the cops ought
Whence the money can be in 15 years
In only one pocket detail
Yes, a pack of cigarettes

But to his house he did not ran
On the back with batons and the whole business
And when the sergeant his hands squashed
For the first time & quot; goats & quot; he called the cops
Bobby beat him in that he has calmed down
And then groped a pack of cigarettes
Took one himself, lit them
And in his pocket tossed little white bag

CHORUS

And the paper was captain for a long time
And ask him questions cunning
Promised that it will release, if only signed
And boy did not want to, did not want to jail
Beat him skillfully so that no bruises
As a native police only know how to beat
And in the morning funk - as if there is not dead
And the boy had to take them and release

Boy ran away from cops
Like the devil runs from incense
And teach younger kids
What the cops ought
And if Bobby tormoznet on a dark street
Do not fall for the bait boys cops