Текст песни Бригадный Подряд - Ривгош

I am a normal bastard ,
And naive and pure,
And dancer and dudets ,
And punk rock guitarist ,
And the driver and fitter
And sonneteer .
Santer himself said :
" This will not be lost ."
But the problem has crept
I do not know otkel -
Feeling that is stronger than evil,
Suddenly crawled into bed .
And now I can not hide
In the bliss of oak ,
And guitar gathering dust ...
Santer wrong.

And I, I, I walk with you
On the pavement in a bloody Rive Gauche .
And me, you 're on the handle ,
How to slaughter a damn Rive Gauche .

I do not like to smell
Ironic " Dior "
For me , kid -
It's just a shame!
It makes me want to
Mate shout
But sadly again
I continue to walk .
I wish I flew
Fight for Afghan,
I wish I learned
Thoroughly Quran
I would be better to Chikatilo
Caught under the knife
Going to this most
Cursed Rive Gauche .

And I, I, I walk with you
On the pavement in a bloody Rive Gauche .
And me, you 're on the handle ,
How to slaughter a damn Rive Gauche .