Текст песни Александр Аванесов - Дурная слава

Walking in our side
Notoriety about me
Like, I'm a fighter and snapper
I disgrace all the villagers
I don't cast shadows on them at all
Just do not go with me to go with all
But do not like us in the edge
Those who march out of order
No, they do not like us in the edge
Those who march out of order
Scold me
Except the dumb, by itself

In our great July day
Jubilant all and sundry
I'm to the sound of copper pipes
Hugging a pillow I sleep like a corpse
It seems, not a bojan, I do not protest
I sleep without ulterior motives and I do not blow
But do not like us in the edge
Those who march out of order
No, they do not like us in the edge
Those who march out of order
Everybody pokes his finger at me
Who is not without hands, by itself

A wild thief has climbed into the garden
Behind him chase
I put my foot up
And the miser plops into the mud
And to whom harm has never occurred to me, right
The fact that the boy escaped violence
But do not like us in the edge
Those who march out of order
No, they do not like us in the edge
Those who march out of order
And everyone is chasing me
In addition to the lame, of course

And without the prophets it is clear to me
What is the neighbors mind
Loop thrown over, knock out a chair
From under my hum
I'm not out of malice, I swear
Everyone leading to Rome, only their way
But do not like us in the edge
Those who march out of order
No, they do not like us in the edge
Those who march out of order
Ogling like a oak will give a neighbor
Except for the blind, everyone will come running.