Текст песни 2517 - Волчонок

She sells pies in the market
Indifferent cheekbones, rolled nose to one side

Her legitimate husband is a drunk, stupid bear
He put his butt on the floor and painted the ceiling in copper

Now she has a boyfriend - stooped like a heron
But the main thing is not beating her
When the curve is like a saber

Reads poetry aloud to her
Brodsky, Maldeshtam
He drives to the cinema and is ready to put a stamp in his passport

Small on the street in itself like a plantain
He is not afraid of anyone, because he has a knife

He is sick of pies
He will not see poetry
And Pop with whom he plumped
Forgave him sins

The wolf will grow up as a wolf
And will tear the dogs
He understands the word "pain"
Doesn't know the word "love"

It's not mowgli, you look at the coals
This is for angels he burned the signal lights.

Chorus:

Draws stripes
Salt on the cheeks
Thrashing hair
Wind in the clouds
Birds sing, angels with them
Someday we will be different.

Mother died and he went into hard drinking heavily
Alcohol Ossetian, gypsy chernyazhka

Suddenly sober, with memory in his mind
He came to the draft board
- I want to serve my trance

After the lights out, everyone was afraid in the forest by the river
Quietly smeared promedol from the first-aid kit

He refused, and when they were cut
At night, raised the alarm, machine gun

So that the boat does not swing, it is necessary to erase the memory
Everything is stable now, do not light the flame

People burned in tanks
Torches melted the air
Last new year
He met in Grozny

A wolf cub will grow up a wolf and will tear dogs
He understands the word "pain"
Doesn't know the word "love"
It's not mowgli, you look at the coals
It is for angels that signal lights burn.

Chorus:
4x

Draws stripes
Salt on the cheeks
Thrashing hair
Wind in the clouds
Birds sing, angels with them
Someday we will be different.