Текст песни Евгений Исакевич - Песня про купца Калашникова

More merchants are in Russian villages
Tan house and horse obscured.
And yet - all ads
What a cordon of our love and expect.

And there is one that will meet with a smile,
Gait faithful from the shoulder, on the hip.
The client crowd he finds unmistakable,
Always plumb the extra few grams.

One finger whole world turn their
In the mountains and the jungle, in the sky, on the water.
Its products are always designed for all
Among the decent and honest people.

And let it looks tovarets strashnenko
(It would be better used to keep all of its locked) -
But the world's prized our merchant Kalashnikov,
And his eyes are painfully familiar to many.

We alms generously sends mankind,
He does not understand our jokes simple.
Not all said our merchants,
Did not all of their stores are empty.