Текст песни Климкин Валера - За что попало не берись

For what you did not have to lose
muses. and sl. Nikolai Nagaitsev

 My father left us and said:
"The bazaar, the station,
And you are happier than me, son, in love! "

For horrible do not take it!
And if he did, then fight!
Until the first blood, yat, fight!
Until the first blood!

 
I grew up and strengthened my grievances.
I was driving the street,
And that the beginning of all the beginnings, I understood, in a word.

For anything I do not undertake,
And if I took it, then I fight
Until the first blood, yat, fight!
Until the first blood!

 
Life drained by water in a stream,
With fate we played in a draw,
And I already teach my son, frowning:
For horrible do not try,

And if he did, then fight!
Until the first blood, yat, fight!
Until the first blood!