Текст песни Юрий Насыбуллин - Жуковка

Who is without half a letter
Not life, but negativity,
On Zhukovka Street
There is a cooperative.

The moon is hooked by the sky
Radia on four,
He flourishes with NEP
In any of the eras.

There is rumor around the light
More from Kerzhakov,
that the poet's street
They named in honor of the "beetles."

Absurd rumors,
But, Lord, save
Do not remember Sivukha
poets in Russia.

Chorus: Zhukovsky Street,
Russian poet,
The wine beetles saddled.
The street will stoop
From night to dawn,
"Bubbles" puff jackets.

Living more than a mixture
The fragment is swirling.
You give bills
They give you goods.

He was God's gift
For them, the law is dry
They are almost dead
doubled milk yield.

Cooperative prematurely
the costs justified
at any outlet
Having a branch

Any taxi driver at night
Their salesman,
and movers with noses,
Like a ripe tomato.

Chorus:

Peasants and soldiers
walk to those edges
And even deputies,
And even a sinful I am.

I saw the approaching
There on the "funnel".
Who was arrested?
Half a liter in the glove compartment.

Wine brings strontium,
"Sorry", saying to the poems,
I myself carry chervonets
Not in the book, but "beetles",

I keep the goods in an armful,
with more than overpaying,
And rubs his paws
Night cooperative.

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