Фактор 2 - Туманный вечер
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Где беломора достать
Туманный вечер на город опустито,
Погасли свечи и дело шито-крыто,
Укутав плечи, гуляют сеньориты,
С туманным взором и строго по тарифу.
В магнитофоне кассета Челентано,
А мы на съеме и снова пьяно, пьяно,
Давайте деньги – очищены карманы,
В кармане "Camel" и три пакета плана.
Припев:
Где "беломора" достать, закрыты уже магазины,
Где "беломора" достать, хоть пачки половину.
Где "беломора" достать ну подскажите сеньоры,
Где мне взять "беломора", а не то я напьюсь.
Повсюду панки в американском свете,
А мы не янки, мы пленовые дети,
Мы любим манку, варенье и котлеты,
И на Таганку мы не берем билеты.
Предпочитаем вино и дискотеки,
И уважаем страну, где жили греки,
И в сигарету мы забиваем снова,
И песню эту поем мы слово в слово.
Припев:
Где "беломора" достать, закрыты уже магазины,
Где "беломора" достать, хоть пачки половину.
Где "беломора" достать ну подскажите сеньоры,
Где мне взять "беломора", а не то я напьюсь.
А мы не янки, мы уличные панки,
Собираем банки, склянки, отняли пол буханки,
Вот завалили к бомжу-соседу, Мухаммеду,
И запустили в белый дом торпеду.
Ограбили мы банки с огурцами,
Сожрали их – и все с концами,
Кенту Егору купили пушку водяную,
Он замочил ей бабушку родную.
А ну-ка забивай косяк. А где же "беломор"?
И с этим у тебя проблемы? Ведь ты же вор!
Закрыты магазины, но слава Богу есть витрины,
Корзины, ментовские машины.
Рисуем мы сквозняк, очередная неудача.
И за решеткой такой косяк
Ей, начальник, где "беломора" достать
Припев:
Где "беломора" достать, закрыты уже магазины,
Где "беломора" достать, хоть пачки половину.
Где "беломора" достать ну подскажите сеньоры,
Где мне взять "беломора", а не то я напьюсь.
Where white is to get
Foggy evening to the city lowered,
Candles and the case of Shito-indoor,
Hanging shoulders, walk senorites,
With a foggy eye and strictly at the rate.
In the tape recorder Celentano,
And we are on the removal and drunk again, drunk,
Let's money - peeled pockets,
In the pocket "Camel" and three plan packages.
Chorus:
Where "white" get out, closed already shops,
Where is the "White" to get, even thighs of half.
Where is the "white" to get well, tell me Siegor,
Where can I take a "white", and not that I will drink.
Everywhere punks in the American light,
And we are not Yankees, we are captive children,
We love the gun, jam and cutlets,
And we do not take tickets for the Taganka.
Prefer wine and disco,
And respect the country where the Greeks lived,
And in the cigarette we score again,
And we sing this word in word.
Chorus:
Where "white" get out, closed already shops,
Where is the "White" to get, even thighs of half.
Where is the "white" to get well, tell me Siegor,
Where can I take a "white", and not that I will drink.
And we are not Yankees, we are street punks,
We collect banks, flasks, took away half of loaf,
So poured to the homeless neighbor, Mohammed,
And they launched a torpedo to the White House.
Robbed banks with cucumbers,
Devoured them - and all with the ends,
Kent Himu bought a water gun
He frightened her grandmother native.
And well, clog the jamb. And where is the "Whiteor"?
And with this you have problems? After all, you're a thief!
Shopping closed, but thank God there are shop windows,
Baskets, cops.
We draw drafts, another failure.
And behind the bacon of such a jamb
Her, the head where "white" get
Chorus:
Where "white" get out, closed already shops,
Where is the "White" to get, even thighs of half.
Where is the "white" to get well, tell me Siegor,
Where can I take a "white", and not that I will drink.
Foggy evening to the city lowered,
Candles and the case of Shito-indoor,
Hanging shoulders, walk senorites,
With a foggy eye and strictly at the rate.
In the tape recorder Celentano,
And we are on the removal and drunk again, drunk,
Let's money - peeled pockets,
In the pocket "Camel" and three plan packages.
Chorus:
Where "white" get out, closed already shops,
Where is the "White" to get, even thighs of half.
Where is the "white" to get well, tell me Siegor,
Where can I take a "white", and not that I will drink.
Everywhere punks in the American light,
And we are not Yankees, we are captive children,
We love the gun, jam and cutlets,
And we do not take tickets for the Taganka.
Prefer wine and disco,
And respect the country where the Greeks lived,
And in the cigarette we score again,
And we sing this word in word.
Chorus:
Where "white" get out, closed already shops,
Where is the "White" to get, even thighs of half.
Where is the "white" to get well, tell me Siegor,
Where can I take a "white", and not that I will drink.
And we are not Yankees, we are street punks,
We collect banks, flasks, took away half of loaf,
So poured to the homeless neighbor, Mohammed,
And they launched a torpedo to the White House.
Robbed banks with cucumbers,
Devoured them - and all with the ends,
Kent Himu bought a water gun
He frightened her grandmother native.
And well, clog the jamb. And where is the "Whiteor"?
And with this you have problems? After all, you're a thief!
Shopping closed, but thank God there are shop windows,
Baskets, cops.
We draw drafts, another failure.
And behind the bacon of such a jamb
Her, the head where "white" get
Chorus:
Where "white" get out, closed already shops,
Where is the "White" to get, even thighs of half.
Where is the "white" to get well, tell me Siegor,
Where can I take a "white", and not that I will drink.
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