Текст песни Никита Марченко - А в Нью Йорке

The thief runs, stealing the purse,
Runs, not feeling under his feet,
Runs without knowing where.
What a life? What kind of nonsense? ...

And in New York it dawned ... Eee ...

Scour the cops through the streets,
Looking for a thief who stole a chicken,
Run, not knowing where.
What a life? What kind of nonsense? ...

And in New York it dawned ... Eee ...

The workers get up, raise their ass.
And run, and time runs back.
Everything will come back to square one
And in New York, life is nonsense.

And in New York it dawned ... Eee ...