Трофим - Песня Бывшего Работника Милиции
текст песни

Our souls are anxiety
There were many hooligans
Hooligan and prevent people from living
Then the window will be knocked out with a stone
Then something is taken out of the pocket
Brother said - let's go to the police to serve

I come to my cutie
In the police uniform of our
With a cap, with a pistol on the belt
And she said
You are a fool, I knew that
You are cops, you don't need you anymore for me

And I did not bicker with her
I did not go to change
And I went in the park for a walk
In the park music played
And under a tree stood
The one that asks three rubles during the night

I decided to approach her
Talking with her
Figl-miles, they say how to call you
And she said - Nadia
And someone hit the back
And let me kick under the music

And I said - friends, why
Watch out of a mug
And roll on dumplings in damp earth
And they did not listen
Knocked down in the ear
And let's kick me new

I spent this night in a puddle
I found the left eye right there
And from the jaw a tooth of wisdom stuck out
I almost gave an oak here.
I was looking for four teeth
And the next morning he got to the clinic

I was sewn up for a long time
Putty, Malevali
The doctor said you will go for a walk through a year
You will fall in love again
Hug, kiss
But take food through the navel

And I left the opera.
Disabled by the third group
And I don't know how to live a retirement
Brother heard my story
He threw the form in the toilet
I won’t go, he says, to serve in the police