Текст песни Игорь и Марина Саркисовы - Белый Мерседес

The posters brush away the tears
From paper cheeks to the sidewalk
At the feet of splattered passers-by
From whose backs the steam coils.

And I'm in a white Mercedes
Chasing fat pigeons
To the music of overseas songs
Through the puddles of my homeland.

Under the squelch of someone else's nose
You eat a scared salad
And stick it out like a question mark
Well, the street is your timid look.

There I am in a white Mercedes
Chasing fat pigeons
To the music of overseas songs
Through the puddles of my homeland.

He's so jealous
Bull in sweatpants
Steps straight, thinks crooked
And through the word he says: "Nah ..."

And I'm in a white Mercedes
Chasing fat pigeons
To the music of overseas songs
Through the puddles of my homeland.

An imported car is flying
The wheel licks the road.
I am the king in it, I am the man in it!
What a wonderful dream today!

In it I'm in a white Mercedes
Chasing fat pigeons
To the music of overseas songs
Through the puddles of my homeland.