Текст песни Ляпис Трубецкой - Бублики

Night is coming, the lantern swinging,
Milton swears in the darkness.
I unwashed, covered with rags
And all broken almost delirious.

Buy bublichki, hot bublichki,
Throw rublichki here soon.
And on the night inclement me unhappy,
Private traders have pity on you.

My father - a drunkard after glass stretches,
A mother - worker, what a shame.
Sister - whore, damn real.
Brother small - pickpocket.

Buy bublichki, hot bublichki,
Throw rublichki, so hurry.
And on the night inclement me unhappy,
Private traders have pity on you.

"Do not cry you, Semyon," -
He told me seeds.
"Pozhdi malenechko - we go to the registry office".
And here we are with muhoyu, melancholy and boredom
In lanes barely bredёm.

Buy bublichki, hot bublichki,
Throw rublichki, so hurry.
And on the night inclement me unhappy,
Private traders have pity on you.