Текст песни Панк Фракция Красных Бригад - таких могли б висеть сотни

You with the teenage years, it is fucking face
When crossing the door behind you whistler
When the dope flow into you like a current in the two racks

And after a day of working chekushku you in coat
And it is necessary to take a minibus to the so nobody saw
As you drink it there and sweep past the signs and garbage

There were hundreds of hanging b
This wine leadership role
What divided the whole working staff at the gate

Here is my eternal pain that drunks do not recognize
Sometimes for people to whip them society
It sweeps a viper in the Republic of Panama

Concrete slab always attracts your eyes
And the mood like in a brothel only sides hurt
And the inscription on the glass in the clean and jerk: dispose of their bottles themselves

There were hundreds of hanging b
This wine leadership role
What divided the whole working staff at the gate