Маша Макарова - Примадонна
текст песни

Three cops from Pyatigorsk
I sing my song
They did not allow the girl
Smell to the prison.
They took it right at the station.
Two glasses in the pocket,
And from the packs "Prima Don"
The smell from the local lawn.
-
"Prima Don", "Prima Don"!
Free good!
From Kuban to Don
A rare cop did not know her.
"Prima Don", "Prima Don"!
What have you brought to!
Mom Don, past the zone,
past the cash register, past the bottom.
______
You hit indecent!
Control your bazaar!
Stick your hands from your pockets
And look in my eyes!
I took out cigarettes
lighter and keys,
And then, straightening the cap,
She raised her glasses.
-
"Prima Don", "Prima Don"!
Free good!
From Kuban to Don
A rare cop did not know her.
"Prima Don", "Prima Don"!
What have you brought to!
Mom Don, past the zone,
past the cash register, past the bottom.
______
(at the end of the loss:
"And so for about two hours we said").
_____
Take your Alams,
There is enough money to Moscow,
but just came out to us morpheme
By mail radio waves!
-
"Prima Don", "Prima Don"!
Free good!
From Kuban to Don
A rare cop did not know her.
"Prima Don", "Prima Don"!
What have you brought to!
Mom Don, past the zone,
past the cash register, past the bottom.