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- Hello, hello , come in touch !
Band- element assembled his rally .
Cops chase quickly " funnel " !
Hello, hello , well, anyone !
I go out on the honest way .
Respond, Ugolovka , guys!

I gave on his own recognizance ,
Doing all the things that previously could not :
I wash out the blood ,
Forgot about love
And the hut waiting for them with dumplings .

I do not want to die
For gangster bed
I was not a slut , and not to be.
For homemade noodles
" Blanche " every day wear .
With a clear conscience I want them to lay .

When chopping firewood neighbor
Every time I asked : - Father ,
Leave at least a cubic meter of my eagles .
They will come popyut , devour ,
Handkerchief as bone , tossed in the face ,
Then go to sleep , rags in the crop stands .

Even the dogs for a bowl of hand lick us.
How far is it , close a married woman .
And I want a baby ,
To press it to his shoulder ,
Let the thief , but his father - another Khan.

Hey, cop ! Poor heard the tube Dun !
Eighth house , write , in Apraksin row.
But look, do not fraernis ,
There Volyn , go get down ,
It's all you , " musorok " , bear in mind.

Oh, Maroussia,
Looks like you outlived its ,
And in Sochi and was not ,
Ma_ru__sya !
Oh, Maroussia,
Love - penny , life - worthless .
Go headlong at the knife
Maroussia !

Well, all good-bye, my " musorok "
I wove silk wreath
I do not live after all this .
Rheumatoid roars them prison
But as in the novel Dumas :
" One - for all and all - for one."

Vorovayki knows only one law :
Laid - then put yourself on the line .
Life was beautiful ,
Only something very evil,
A showdown with pigeons - what a bluff ?
I do not want to die
For gangster bed
I was not a slut , and not to be.
And so - I'm sorry , goodbye ,
You , soldier , promise
To the grave with me sometimes walk.

Oh, Maroussia !
Looks like you do not catch mice
Zazrya passed you homies
Maroussia !
Oh, Maroussia !
Its pull - tear .
Why related to " trash "
Maroussia ?

Oh, Maroussia !
Kolya loved you so much ,
Not eating and drinking - you saving up
Maroussia !
Oh, Maroussia !
Not vpadlu term it hang ,
Rotten went roundabout
Maroussia !

Oh, Maroussia !
Lord - no simpleton , God - not goof .
Why you so led ,
Maroussia ?
Oh, Maroussia !
Volchara dies - does not tremble .
But now we have to go on living ,
Maroussia ?