Текст песни Ори Зона - По карманчикам

The city flashed with bright colors
Well, I quickly ran away with yards
Black funnel ran over heels
And I vomited as fast as I could
I kind of came off the trash
Just caught my breath in the silence of the courtyards
A whistle shouted somewhere to the right
Stop, atas, raid, near the trash

Chorus: Bosota does not rest until Saturday
After all, there are still many things to do before Saturday
On the pockets, yes on the train stations
The boys are again grouching
Cloves-carnations, suckers-collective farmers
Do not hide money in your pants

They tied me in an instant, but not in the act
Judges proved my fault
And in the pre-trial detention center they shaved, their clothes were carried away
Three articles have been sewn, youngster - wait!
I said a few words about vagrants
How many troubles I visited with them
How much I drank with them, how much I stole
Before, and until now, I didn’t give them up!

Chorus.

Shiznyaki and punishment cell as a home to me
I'll play cards with a local punks
Shmyaknu for compashka I am a glass, another
Today I will be free to go home