Текст песни Скала Фрэглов - Лайма

I tied you to bed with scotch
To open you a terrible secret:
The best singer in the world -
This is Vaikule Lyme.

Old, broken tape recorder,
That on the balcony for a long time gathering dust,
Does its not a good deed:
He plays the music of those
Whose name is not written on the streets in chalk.

For you all night and till the morning
Laima Vaikule sang:

Ah, Opening Day, Oh, Opening Day,
What a portrait, what a landscape!
I'll kill the cat, blow up the garage,
What sausages, what courage!

You wriggled like a cord from a guitar
Cried, sobbed, bit her lips,
But in vain I tormented you -
She did not become your idol ...

But rich repertoire
Soviet variety art
Eighties
We offer a wide selection!

Here, for example, Sasha Barykin -
Still young, pretty quick
We will sing our hits!
Open the beer, take out the fish!

I will drive a bike
In the thick meadows I will stop him
Narva flowers and I will give a bouquet to the girl
I love ...

Say no to rock dominance
Alcohol, drugs and other vices.
No depression and no negativity,
After all, we are supporters of pop alternatives!

Let the charge of positive emotions
From positive ancestral music
Will become
Something like electric shock.

You will get rid of forever
The bad influence of rock,
Stunned by the new sensations.
Pour tea, get cookies!

(x2):
And we do not dream of the spaceport,
Not this ice blue,
And we dream of grass and house,
Green, green grass ...
Green grass.