Текст песни Раннее Слабоумие - Улица Юных Ленинцев

I'll put on a red tie, go to the pioneers' house,
I'll take a drum there and drink something.
A strange feeling that something is wrong,
But I'm marching to the cinema "The Height"!

On the street of the young Leninists!
On the street of the young Leninists!
On the street of the young Leninists!
On the street of the young Leninists!

To meet, too, pioneers with greedy eyes,
All unshaven, slanting and swollen already.
What else can you hear from them besides the word "quota; pour" quotes ;?
I'm not distracted by them, I'm looking for mavlole!

On the street of the young Leninists!
On the street of the young Leninists!
On the street of the young Leninists!
On the street of the young Leninists!

In the mausoleum Ilyich in a lethargic dream,
He wants to drink too, but he is not given!
As soon as at night he gets up and goes to the sentries,
With them thumps, sings with them!

Pro Street Young Leninists!
Pro Street Young Leninists!
Pro Street Young Leninists!
Pro Street Young Leninists!

So come on, comrade, rather pour,
We will raise the glass for the heroes of the struggle,
For the freedom to drink and eat,
For our bright past and our May Day!

Behind the Street of the Young Leninists!
Behind the Street of the Young Leninists!
Behind the Street of the Young Leninists!
Behind the Street of the Young Leninists!

Hey, pour, come on,
With the red dawn meet May Day.
Hey, pour, come on,
With the red dawn meet May Day.

On the street of the young Leninists!
On the street of the young Leninists!
On the street of the young Leninists!
On the street of the young Leninists!