Текст песни V - Из него чоппер я собрал

On heavy, on wheels hanging out at night Violating the silence of quiet street areas Through smoke puffs of gas odor Flying past through smoke puffs Boys from the capital, bikers are ordinary And their cash is always decent Because their personal affairs are excellent Chorus: A week to the seventh Zaululi in Komarovo Five Harleys, one chopper Let Vasya-oper look for them For a week before the seventh Hang out in Komarovo Five Harleys and the Urals I collected a chopper from it Splitting the streets with studded tires Hanging out in Komarovo near the store Two cans of fresh spill beer Two canisters of local spill beer And the district opera won't die of boredom Eight statements fell into his hands Complaints are all written, they are breathing unevenly to us They are breathing unevenly, breathing Chorus: For a week before the seventh Zarulili in Komarovo Five harleys, one chopper Let them look for Vasya-oper For a week before the seventh Hang out in Komarovo Five Harleyev and Ural From it I chopped the chopper Cutting through the emptiness of the quiet neighborhood streets Hanging out in the city of Harleys Through the puffs of smoke smell benz Ina Fly by, through clubs of smoke. Boys are capital, bikers are ordinary. And they have cash. They are always decent. Because their personal affairs are excellent.
Chorus: (2 times) For the week before the seventh Five Harleys, one chopper taxied in Komarovo Let Vasya-oper look for them For the week before Komarovo five Harleys and the Urals Hang out From it I collected a chopper