Текст песни ДЛШ - Мы приехали, смиритесь...

We arrived , Humble ,
We do not wrap .
Well, not the same songs bawl ,
And in Russian rest.
Here you have such a person ,
And itchy hand
And shoulders already zuditsya
Fraternize for centuries.

And we keep the crowd,
And we just could not go home .
Wind in his ugly face , and I rummage
In the Moscow Muscovites .
So in Moscow not only fumbles
Julius Solomonovich .
Whisking , whisking , whisking , whisking
The pockets I hand
To hell with him , that he spent the money ,
But the holiday - in which !

Walk, Siberia!
Talk , Rasseya !