Текст песни гр. Американка - Кирпичики

On the outskirts, somewhere in the city,
I was born in a working class family,
About sixteen, mooing,
Hired to a brick factory.

It was hard for me the first time,
But then, after working for a year,
For a cheerful buzz, for bricks
I fell in love with this plant.

At the factory, Tom Senka met.
And since I hear a beep
I will wash my hands and run to him
In the workshop, throwing a scarf.

But, as usual, unemployment
Suddenly hit the factory.
Senka flew out, and after him I
And two hundred and seventy souls.

Then the war went bourgeois,
He got mad, people got angry,
And a little screw, brick by brick
Dismantled the whole plant.

After the free happiness of Smolny
The working chest turned around.
And we decided with Senka
To look at a brick factory.

There I found again the old happiness,
For repairs, having spent a year,
And pebble, brick by brick
We collected this plant ...