Текст песни Nemtzov - Цыганский блюз

I love to shock
I walk with the lace untied.
Colleagues gasp their mouths,
Signs fall dead.

The work is boring
The wife is waiting at home smart.
What I'm stuck here - I don't understand
I was born white.

And somehow not even in South Africa.
Originally a gypsy.
I would drive cars in packs,
And not to sit and stink here.

I would have driven to Georgia
I would taste the mountain life there,
I would skate on the board there,
And all sorts of sheep would be grazed.

But this is only a month
And then the tales of the Persians.
Two-footed elephants run
"Victory" soars proudly.

I'm traveling half the world
I will find an idol in me.
And somehow in between times
In a frenzied suit ...

I'm going to the office!

You are all conformists here,
With the mind - oh, unclean.
Your dream fulfilled
I'll tease you!

Raise your legs
The floors have to be washed!
I will wring out the rag
And I'll bury a little ...