Текст песни Гарик Кричевский - Старый жиган

In razlivayke, at a stall near the estuary
Surrounded by old boys Gigue.
All in headdresses, already lit, gray hair,
Tell grandfather Hippolyte, about things thieves.

"Do you not say," - said the old thief
And his words carried to the sea warm wind.
And the boys stared at his tattoos,
Somewhere ships howled like wolves in Siberia.

Here the old man relaxed, drank beer surpluses,
Conversely planted ginger kid.
The question, of course, asked a kid:
"The best-selling his first you what go?".

I remembered my grandfather thirty-eighth, Stalin bunks,
Imprisoned for robbery near Samara.
"Come on, Mitrich, not Tom, do not play in the silences"
Silently grandfather cleaned from the husk Taranco.

Suddenly Matrona approached, faithful wife
And his grandfather's eyes widened with fear:
"Well, Mitrich old thief, the heart is sick
Beer, fish, "" White Sea "- it is young"

"Do you not say," - said the old thief
And his words carried to the sea warm wind.
He took his wife and walked towards the village,
Under his shirt faithful trunk from the back tattooed.