Текст песни ЖЕРТВЫ ПОНЕДЕЛЬНИКА - Мой друг - товарищ Берия

Once in the old year
Above the expanse witting
Do not seated gentlemen
With scoundrels and thieves.

People worked and walked,
I do not hide savings
And the villains sent
The Gulag Comrade Beria.

My friend, my friend, my friend - Comrade Beria.

But our Union broke up,
We tell people & quot; it is necessary to de & quot ;,
A Bullseye - a scoundrel and a coward -
Hero began in the West.

And other times,
Most other series;
Where is rolling country,
Tell me, Comrade Beria?

My friend, my friend, my friend - Comrade Beria.

I know one truth -
Bourgeois pay handsomely,
And let that go to the bottom,
He fights with a stone in vain.

Ringing rebel call
We will win, and I believe -
Glance to us at the light
My friend - Comrade Beria.

My friend, my friend, my friend - Comrade Beria.