Текст песни Борис Рыжий - Восьмидесятые, усатые

Eighties, baleen,
tailed and striped.
Trams rattle free.
Flying snowflakes tidy.
Sucks to live, if he had not been.
Perhaps because it is, however,
look here, what labels
I painted my Telaga.
On the back of "Levi's" prishpandoreno,
"West Island" on the sleeve pinned.
Pyatirublёvka that torn,
Seryoga withdrawn from Zilina.
13 years. I was standing in the ring.
Sunburn armor Uzbeks.
I lost in a duel,
but won in the disco.
I go to a vocational school hostel,
hussars, hang out rakes.
I was on the bridge obuyut
Three Uhar of PPP.
And I hear in the morning,
waking her head on the pile:
Trams go against the grain,
by Musto trams rattle.
Trams rattle free.
Flying snowflakes tidy.