Текст песни ЖБИ - Кирпичики

Music - Valentin Kruchinin
Words - Pavel German

Somewhere in the city on the outskirts
I was born in a poor family
Fifteen years, wailing grief
Hired to a brick factory.

It was hard for me the first time,
But then, after working for a year,
For a cheerful buzz, for bricks
I fell in love with this plant.

At the factory, Tom Senka met.
Here, I used to hear a beep
I will wash my hands and run to him
In the workshop, throwing a scarf.

Every night we met
Where the brick forms the passage ...
Here for Senka, for the bricks
I fell in love with this plant.

Then the bourgeois war began,
Rude, angry people.
And a little screw, brick by brick
Dragged the empty plant.

But then Smolny happiness free
The working chest turned around.
We decided together with Senka
Wrap on a brick factory.

It was hard for us the first time,
But then, after working for a year,
Brick by brick and screw
We revived this factory.