Текст песни Веня Дыркин - Про милицию

A lot of songs about the miners
Lots of songs about high-altitude installers,
And about ours, about the Soviet police,
Apart from this faithful song, not a single one.

When Baba Yaga was a girl,
Serpent Gorynych was a weakling chick
Yudo's miracle was still small
On the mountain near Lake Wild
The good fellow was born at the dawn
Abram and Inspector Tikhon
And they called him Vaska OMON

Bainki-bainki, fool, don’t sleep,
My little one, little one ...
The trash will knock, say: "I am from Ivashov,"
And you are drunk and happy
And do not bind the word
He will drag into the funnel
Scary, angry and bloodthirsty
He will say: "Here is for you cheese, here is for lyre ..."

He deprived Yaga of girlish innocence,
He cut down Gorynych’s violent heads
He hung Ivanushka on baubles
And watched the crows eat it
And Koshchei he poked his testicle with needles,
And after he castrated
And then he thrust the needle into the duck,
And then she put it in a bunny

Bainki-bainki, fool, don’t sleep,
My little one, little one ...
The trash will knock, say: "I am from Kaparyan",
And you are kind and happy
And a little drunk
He will drag into the funnel
Scary, angry and bloodthirsty
He will say: "Here is for the cheese, here is for the boogie-glitches ..."

Red currant
Gray ugly
Grateful Russia
Song about the police

Bainki-bainki, fool, don’t sleep,
My little one, little one ...

A lot of songs about the miners
Lots of songs about high-altitude installers,
And about ours, about the Soviet police,
No songs, and don’t need them at all.

Bainki-bainki, fool, don’t sleep,
My little one, little one ...