Текст песни Ваня Воробей - Наших Бьют

Sitting in a Moscow pub , quiet, comfortable .
With pleasant music scene flowed ,
But in the center of the room someone shouted : " Our beat ! "
And then takya veseluha started.
I turned my head off , I looked , and there too, my kentuh .
A dick he reached there , I could not understand ,
But the crowd suddenly someone stopped him in the ear,
And there's me too, of course , had to barge .
And there poshlCma ware course , knives and forks .
Someone beat stool , someone waving a bottle .
There who is right and who is wrong - not uznayumt .
There krichmat importantly , they say, our bmyut .
Well, anyway , I flew into the crowd , began waving his hands .
Someone in between times I struck foot strike .
I twisted his head , trying to find a friend ,
As the crowd suddenly someone stopped me in the nose.
And then joined guard , about five people .
And then he jumped into the crowd here , I think : "In , give! "
I thought, " Well, at least they have that will separate "
As protection from someone shouted : " Our beat ! "
Gas cylinders came into play flew batons .
Someone gave a fist on the forehead , someone in the belly shoe.
His eyes were no longer sparks , and a salute .
And someone kept shouting , they say, our beat .
In the morning, all in one hospital were .
Man about thirty , thirty-five can .
And there's absolutely no one cried , mostly laughing.
Perhaps the fact that so and could not understand .
Who was it anyway? Well, one assailant disorder.
And why is not he here ? People do not understand.
One everyone knows that as a red rag to a bull ,
We acted on the phrase - " our beat ."
And away crockery course , knives and forks .
Someone with a stool in his forehead, who neck bottle.
Now everyone is sitting in the hospital waiting and trauma .
All except the one who first shouted: " Our beat !
Our beat ...