MoSHkin - Ваня из российского спецназа
текст песни

Words and music: Igor Veniaminovich Moshkin

Vanya from Russian special forces

Guitar & Sax Solo

The nerves are squeezed on the buckshot in a fist
Around the local bitch spin.
Here I walked past the more lacker
Zero zero seven, victims are trampled behind.
Oh ... they would know that I was Vanya,
From Russian special forces.
On the enemy, I
It would be better if I was in the Crimea, in the sanatorium.
This is not a resort in Yevpatoria.
There is no more banal and darker than history.
Oh ... I'm Vanya,
From Russian special forces.

Sax Solo

He went to me, I see, a prospector.
I have pretended to be a dreamer.
I was mistaken, he will give a whip behind him,
Empty words of the diarrhea sculptor.
But ... not about Vanya
From Russian special forces.
So the goal entered right into the hall,
She is so happy about today's masquerade.
I moved to him, little by little
He invited the old lady to the dance.
Oh ... I'm Vanya
From Russian special forces.

Guitar Long Solo

So the evening went to everyone for the marvelous
He went to the parking lot playing the gait of the tuna.
Sitting in Mercedes, he looked sleepy
He gently put three bullets beautifully to him.

Yes ........ Vanya ... I ...., Vanya .... I,
From Russian special forces.
Yes ........ Vanya ... I ...., Vanya .... I,
From Russian special forces.

Sax Long Solo

June 14, 2015
From the Album Hokhma 2015