Текст песни Игорь Христенко - Былина о мужике с полученькой

As in the neighboring city

A man walked home with a paycheck

I went with a little money, yes with a money

He did not drink everything, he was a track.

And to meet him, yes they met

"Zhiguli" with men formidable

Men with heavy fists

It would be better to drink every penny on drink.

And how the iron door creaked

And how did all three come out at once

They say in low voices:

You give us money, man.

You give them to us in a good way

Over there is a lilac coat on you

Everything will be red and wet

And your gut is belted

And your head and your little head

We will break through from behind and from the front

And your skillful hands

Dogs will be eaten by homeless people

And your widow is inconsolable

Straight to the cemetery and hang himself

And your orphans with colds

There will be no one to lead to the orphanage

And your two-room apartment

Exchanged without any pity

Assess the man's consequences

And give us your money soon

As in the neighboring city

A man walked home with a paycheck

He didn't walk fast, he was tired

And quietly looked back

There on the street behind him

"Zhiguli" burned out broken

And men are washed with tears

There were grunts on the asphalt.

Where the eye blinked there is now a fingal

And where the nose stuck out there is generally sadness

Of the three of them, only one managed

Say the word mom quietly

And the moral here is that you don't need your mouth

Catching flies if caught by myself

Times are not easy now

And the police are too busy

If you want to live until old age

And fight off any dirty trick

You go go and look

And carry a pry bar with you.