Текст песни Владимир Ильин - А по Арбату и Тверской

Bunting
Music and lyrics - Terekhov

According to the prospectus, I'm flying,
Overtaking who want
And the sparkle of the moon
Fancy Pants.
The guy I was in the shower a simple,
But rather steep
Evening whispers: "La-la-lu"
That's all the case.

Chorus:
And on the Arbat and Tverskaya
There are women with longing
Only the poor, do not know
What am I such a sweetie.
I for the life of a bully,
And the bosom of a revolver
Come to me, my dear,
We'll go to the restaurant!

Converge-diverge
Married, divorced,
But fools do not know
Proceeds from the anguish.
To live and not to grieve,
We must make friends with a girl
Finding himself ottyag,
Will all nishtyak!

Chorus.