Текст песни Игорь Христенко - Былина о мужике с полученькой

As in the neighboring, it was in the city

It was a man home with a rearing

With a rearing went yes with money

He did not cut everything, he was the way.

And to meet him yes

"Zhiguli" with men of Grozny

Guys with grave fists

Better b dried everything before a penny.

And how the iron door creaked

And how did everything come out at once then

They speak the voices quiet:

You give us a male money.

You give us to them in good

Won coat on you Sirenovo

There will be red all yes wet

And your interstate

And your baby is yes

We and behind the trips and in front

And handle your skillful

Dogs will eat homeless

And your widow is awesome

Straight on the cemetery and hang

And the idols of your cold

In the children's home will lead no one

And your apartment is two-room

Change without any pity

Rate a man consequences

And give us your money soon

As in the neighboring, it was in the city

It was a man home with a rearing

He did not quickly walked he was tired

And back quietly looked

There on the street for his back

"Zhiguli" tramored broken

And men tear washed

On the asphalt lay grunts.

Where Morgal's eye is there now Fingal

And where the nose braided there in general sorrow

From their three of them only one managed

Mom's word quietly

And Moral here is that it is not necessary to mouth

Flies catching if they caught

Times are now not easy

And the police are too busy

If you want to live you to old age

And fight off any dirty

You go go and look

And wear a mount with you.