Гарри Топор - Дыбена
текст песни

Dybena leaves holes like in the cheese of Parmesan
Barygs are sitting in the forests like partisans
Bolsheviks dad, Dyben mom
Sell a kilo of chalk to ladies not melodrama

Everything is here as it was from the moment the market is closed
I am the rest of the Sinke. The rest keep under Simka
On Sunday, every first is glued like a sticker
Mushroom malline cops are not looking for at all boletus
Under the centuries bruises, you will rest later
The right bank of the blue river behind the Volodarsky bridge
Tell me what you are so tight I will say who you are
Frost minus thirty fuck you work work
They don't sleep the drawings - the huckster is waiting at the store
Your dad in vain forced to play with plasticine
Inside the car now the shmon is in full
If it finds reserves closes for a long time
Because of the glasses, the trio was a blue Niva machine
Views on the sides of Miguka Iu VIU
Bracelets on the belts
He did not throw a gram of snow
To pay off from them no ruble
Hands behind the head rain beats outside the window
There is only an outfit here and he thought about one
After eight years, his wife will have a different life
Well, there is no knife in the hand of Maine now hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

Dybena leaves holes like in the cheese of Parmesan
Barygs are sitting in the forests like partisans
Bolsheviks dad, Dyben mom
Sell a kilo of chalk to ladies not melodrama