Lyrics Блатной удар - Не теряйте свой авторитет.

It happened in St. Petersburg in the autumn
From the sky drizzle Maros
I walked home drunken gait
About favorite thought and sad
About favorite thought and sad
The bridge showed me a couple
I could not believe my eyes
She walked to the other and pressed
Told you I love you
Govarit I love you
And when Daschle to the end of the bridge
I took out of his pocket revolver
And three times in this shot Woman
her corpse fell to my feet
Her corpse fell to my feet
Now sit on the bare boards
I have bread and all that you want
Only there is no freedom daroga
And your brown eyes
And your brown eyes
And now I will give advice with friends
Do not fall for you at an early age
Listen to your favorite matushkas
Do not waste your avtaritet
Listen to your favorite matushkas
Do not lose your credibility