Bad Balance - Евреи с Бродвея
текст песни

There are three old Jews in the Bar on Broadway
Behind the bottle of the Absolute, the past remembered the time
Condemned the theme of America - dry law
When the first million was put on con
Odessa moonshine of a handicraft spill
In the workshop on Derebasovskaya they drove a muddy techile
Everything seems to be wonderful in Odessa it became crowded
Wherever you look around Brighton, people walk in paces
Bucks in cases of bookmakers
Baseball matches Hollywood circled his head
Coffin of coins with a ringing Jews closer to the side
(Blessed Kidalovo on wine synagogue)
Sweet roads of beauties (...)
In the basement on Walt Street, they opened a cabaret
Manhattan gifts were driven to the Switzerland Bank
The schemes are worked out without comment.

Once, two, three - Monya, Izya, Benya
Three, two, once - kings of Broadway
Century twentieth - golden time
When three Jews rose high

Once, two, three - Monya, Izya, Benya
Three, two, once - kings of Broadway
Century twentieth - golden time
When three Jews rose high

Falling shares of Greencarter for foreigners
Cashing of checks and fuse bonds
The money was invented by the Jewish genius
Kush was torn by Monya, Izya, Venya
Golden links of the Obvodny Chain of Policy
Jews Analysts opened their office
Rounding the laws planned the scam
Skillfully turned the investors leaving naked
Hotels built them into brothels
Interest on rent every week
The Jews knew time for them
Whole quarters were bought by real estate
Arriving by illegal immigrants, they became capital
Champagne in glasses diluted with ladies
Manhattan's greeting has now become a neck
Jews shared almost the entire White House.

Once, two, three - Monya, Izya, Benya
Three, two, once - kings of Broadway
Century twentieth - golden time
When three Jews rose high

Once, two, three - Monya, Izya, Benya
Three, two, once - kings of Broadway
Century twentieth - golden time
When three Jews rose high

Fisherman Aunt Sonya lived on the Black Sea
Raised three children I Riser, Venya, Monya
They passed fire and water with yard games
Bypassing the laws, they walked with new ones
From the gateway, they soon stepped into the New World
Momna with bucks in the envelope send hello
Yachts with sails mansions in Miami
And for everything paid by bills of cash
I did not have time to forget about Odessa blizzards
In taste in their bed Jews are rich
Their shares took off, they became Americans
Kept all the situations under control
They went on for decades and it seems that they were not
But somewhere on Broadway, that portrait was written
On which gray paces are bent proudly
Live to this day on the streets of New York

Once, two, three - Monya, Izya, Benya
Three, two, once - kings of Broadway
Century twentieth - golden time
When three Jews rose high

Once, two, three - Monya, Izya, Benya
Three, two, once - kings of Broadway
Century twentieth - golden time
When three Jews rose high