КРУГ МИХАИЛ - Морозовский городок
текст песни

Am dm
I would have little in my life that I understand
E Am
And without play I would not sing with sadness
Am dm
Who has a soul drowned in wine
G c
Who has so empty in it
A7 DM
I would be my homeland, Volga
G c
I didn't like it so deeply, passionately
Am dm
They would not be confused
E Am
This flag with blood red

Proletarian courtyards of childhood
The hostel has long been
There, by the current standards, is closely
But we lived there, so we knew everyone

The thought of the past fits the soul
I look out the window where I lived, I look with sadness
Someone dries his bras
Yes, it carries from the window

Know the bugs of bugs
And with us so not only nits
I don't remember such a case
So that someone drives and does not show

And put on a scrap of lard
Drink a mug, ash in a fist you grunt
Good, but a pity that little
And you call the chakushka a trifle

There was a time for the guys drunk
And the Express cafe gave the heat
To me, still youth, Vitek Bazanov
Padaril then his guitar

I remember he entered the porch of the dark
In their cordonians, looking at the feet
I remember him like that
God would give, so survived many

There was time, yes it passed, it crept
Someone was drunk, yes, the obsches with a fool
But there is so little in life:
House, plant and son with mom

On the Soviet would, yes to the bathhouse, with steam
Yes, it's hard with a pelvis - there is crowded there
And then, with the friends of the old
I would continue my song