Текст песни Trubetskoy - Один из вас

The sun fell on the beep at the chemical factory,
The cycle of the proletariat began.
The third shift at home, the first - to shift,
I watch and blow foam from the balcony.
Once a sip, two sip - it was all beautiful,
There is no better than the morning beer.
I solemnly swear: punish now,
For your feat works, my working class.

Chorus:
I was once one of you, too,
One ripped your ass salary.
But I understood - from the work of the horses die
And so I decided not to give myself to dry.

Warm summer breeze, anthill city.
Once a sip, two sip - I am now ideological.
At night, the song wrote about you just
My favorite, my native, my working class.