Lyrics Борис Бурда - Случай

The head of the national squad
Pleased with hail and weight
What will happen now is not up to fat
One of the oldest professions.
He said: "Once the ladies have Entim
Their moral appearance is inexpensive,
We will hang them ... at the stand
"Such disgrace our city!"

The men of the ladies knew these
(In the service, of course - the world is small!),
Of the hundreds, it was hardly taken
For the stand, ten are needed,
Of course, they hung a photo,
With surnames, .. with addresses!
Then phone numbers
They recorded it themselves!

And to that stand every night
Men sought to flow
Call up meetings,
Asked about prices and terms,
And someone wrote down the address
And the most chatty
Black wing that photo
Dressed and not colored!

And half a year later,
As some ladies understood
For fast revenue growth
Great benefit of advertising!
For a place in the cherished ten,
Bearing customer growth
They gave bribes to the warriors
Money, things, ...

But contacts with the criminal world
In vain. Their term is fleeting.
And shameful facts surfaced
Sales of profitable places!
They brought the warriors to the wall
There was a fair and swift trial -
Their photos have decorated stands
"Such disgrace our city!"