Текст песни Валерий Золотухин - Наплевать, наплевать, надоело воевать...

Spit , spit , tired of fighting ,
Do not know , none of my business .

My business is small, yes Zavalinka stove ,
But not the Treasury , and its legality.

You Yarema , I Thomas, you give me the word , I have those two ,
And I bymazhechky your mahorochkoy nabyu .

You people, and I'm a people, but mnya house Milka waiting
Oh, I did rodimyyu priedy sagitiryyu .

Thank you, Lord , to shoot the full,
For its milyshki for chytok leave silyshki .

Spit , spit , tired of fighting ,
We were soldiers , and now to the hut.