Текст песни Трофим - Жиган

In the pockets of a zhigan

E Am

Free wind walks

Dm

And rubs a thin thigh

G c

Seven-shot barrel

Am dm

And in this situation

G c

On a cold gloomy evening

Dm e am

Taxied to criminal outrage

* Next battle

C e

A fraer walk rustling in cash

Am Dm G C

Hucksters unload the shovels of peasants

Am Dm G C

And in this situation, despising the danger in the soul

Dm e am

I went to work a young Zhigan

In the crowd he chose a lady of rich selection

And demanding cash pulled a barrel from his pocket

And the lady turned out to be the wife of the prosecutor

And whore had nature

She told him: "Let's go without excesses

I will give you cash, and then

To avoid further litigation

Please love me tonight. "

Above the city midnight moon knead mist

And in the chilly gateway the stray cat yelled

And in the house of the prosecutor, a zhigan gathered strength

Already had a twelfth approach

* Again, slide the thumb along the strings

Thin in the morning

Up to baby size

Despising with all my heart

This life booth ...

* battle

... With undermined health, with trampled faith

A stagger wandered along the street.