Lyrics лариса крылова - Шарабан мой-американка

Oh, my scumbag is American & # 33;
What a night, what a booze & # 33;
Do you want - drink, hit the dishes & # 33;
I don't care, I don't care ...

I'm a seventh grade school girl
I drink varnish instead of kvass.
Ah, my scumbag, American
And I'm a girl, I'm a quack & # 33;

Torn the strings of my guitar
When I fled from under Samara.
Ah, my scumbag, American
What a night, what a booze & # 33;

I fled from Simbirsk
And there was a note in his fist.
Ah, my scumbag is American & # 33;
And I'm a girl, I'm a quack & # 33;

One lieutenant - funny guy -
There was my companion and there was my master.
Ah, my scumbag is American & # 33;
And I'm a girl, I'm a quack & # 33;

All Moldavian women came to the ban,
My sharaban is for sale there.
Ah, my scumbag is American & # 33;
And I'm a girl, I'm a quack & # 33;

Hello to thief repeat offenders
Shish to trash and activists & # 33;
Ah, my scumbag is American & # 33;
And I'm a girl, I'm a quack & # 33;

Everything in war, but in civilian life
And all the thieves - on Moldavanka & # 33;
Oh, my scumbag is American & # 33;
And I'm a girl - quack & # 33;

Why do we need guns, why do we need tanks,
When we are loved in Moldavanka.
Oh, my scumbag is American & # 33;
What a night, what a booze & # 33;

Oh, my scumbag is American & # 33;
What a night, what a booze & # 33;
Do you want - drink, hit the dishes & # 33;
I don't care, I don't care ...