Б.А.У. - Бандит
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A black gelding flies through Moscow at night
A bandit sits inside, a bandit sits inside
A black gelding flies through Moscow at night
A bandit sits inside, smoking and sad
A black gelding flies through Moscow at night
A bandit sits inside, a bandit sits inside
A black gelding flies through Moscow at night
A bandit sits inside, smoking and sad
In a suede coat and patent leather moccasins
Under a noir-gray winter sky
Misha Krug on repeat with Apple AirPods
He glances around the Moscow City courtyards
A twenty-centimeter gold pectoral cross
A scar on his bald head – a greeting from childhood
A blue ring of a thief in law on his finger
Tattoos from the prison zone cannot be removed
What strange times have come
Look, guys, what has become of us
It's not clear at all how to protect the stalls
If they were all torn down long ago
The gun had to be sold at the beginning 2000s
To quietly sadly slip away from the concepts of criminals
To change clothes and shoes
All in all, it's not easy to bend
A black gelding flies through Moscow at night
A bandit sits in it, a bandit sits in it
A black gelding flies through Moscow at night
A bandit sits in it, smoking and sad
A black gelding flies through Moscow at night
A bandit sits in it, a bandit sits in it
A black gelding flies through Moscow at night
A bandit sits in it, smoking and sad
Like Aphrodite from the foam of the water
We also emerged from a criminal environment
Criminal Tuesday, criminal Thursday
The criminal age arrived in the nineties
Privatization, oligarchs, suitcases full of money
Factories and mines, the whole country beneath us
Serious people in crimson jackets
Moved smoothly, without getting lost in the banks
The country grew smaller, smaller The system
The movements, the entanglements, and themes have become trivial
All the strong-willed are in the past
May the earth rest softly on them now
The wise man said never to step into water twice
But I truly believe: everything will return one day
My gold Vertu will ring in my pocket
And we, just like before, will gather with the gang
A black gelding flies through Moscow at night
A bandit sits inside it, a bandit sits inside it
A black gelding flies through Moscow at night
A bandit sits inside it, smoking and sad
A black gelding flies through Moscow at night
A bandit sits inside it, a bandit sits inside it
A black gelding flies through Moscow at night
A bandit sits inside it, smoking and sad
Now it's business, but before there were questions
Now it's finances, before there were bucks
Before there were shootouts, now there are negotiations
Before there were scams, now there are force majeure
He will throw a bitter cigarette at his feet
He will sigh heavily About something that no longer exists
Will rise to the hundredth floor of the office
Moscow beneath our feet, after all, this city was ours
And remember how we used to go to showdowns?
Yes, Kostyl drove us in a Lada back then
Ramza with the Chinese at Cherkizon
I tried on pants there on cardboard
Yes, there was a time, nothing to say
But enough of this topic
It's time to get to work, time is running out
The municipal budget doesn't balance itself
A black Mercedes flies through Moscow at night
A bandit sits inside it, a bandit sits inside it
A black Mercedes flies through Moscow at night
A bandit sits inside it, smoking and sad
A black Mercedes flies through Moscow at night
A bandit sits inside it, a bandit sits inside it
A black Mercedes flies through Moscow at night
A bandit sits inside it, smoking and sad