Текст песни Сергей Трофимов - Я кричал, что я - не я, что виновна мафия.

On Korovinskoe Highway near the house number seven,
Sausage trades Alevtina,
And that, in profile, in the front, she has a skeleton
What's in me blood supply wedge
I bought a jacket, dahlias and cognac,
And purple tie an elastic band,
That is to say go with an ace, knocked on the door three times
And for the sake of decency he took off his shoes.

Alevtina not to fall into ambition
Well I wholeheartedly to the police and you
Well I through you in such a condition
What do you do with the threshold in the opposition?

Alevtina vereschit but I'm no fool
I do not buy women's whims
Not open so be it, still will achieve Svava
I do persevering through life
And that I was a little drunk, so the captain on duty
It was also very ambiguous
When delving into the problem of the man yelled let
And he fired a revolver for luck

Alevtina not to fall into ambition
Well I wholeheartedly to the police and you
Well I through you in such a condition
What do you do with the threshold in the opposition?

Then I remember all the hard, like a thick superintendent
I was inspired that I confused the entrances
I shouted that I was not me, that was guilty Mafia
And he gave autographs to someone
And when the two rushed NTV TV service
And a team of local OMON
That the whole human being able despite the late night
The whole neighborhood was yelling from the balcony.

Alevtina not to fall into ambition
It is with all my heart and you're to the police
We are because of you now do not sleep,
Do not get up to the people in the opposition

Alevtina not to fall into ambition
I am with all my heart and you're to the police
Look how we have been able to shine a
So we have to get married some!