Капитан Врунгель - Маны, маны - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Mana, mana

(M / f "Adventures of Captain Lunned")

Night, knife, three castet. In the quarters wanders sleep. And in the Museum three "Estet" mining a million. Melt money in the wallet, melt, like fogs. And in our language money means "mana". Eh, mana, mana, mana, we do not ask Manya's porridge, we are quite humane and gentle eh, mana, mana, mana, we are not people, and pockets and pockets, as you know, need money. Night, knife, revolvers. Stranger from fear mruh. Apolloes and Venus themselves float to us. We know the case, in the root Zrimim - we do not carry a trifle, we do not create art, we are "creating" it. Eh, mana, mana, mana, we do not ask Manya's porridge, we are quite humane and gentle eh, mana, mana, mana, we are not people, and pockets and pockets, as you know, need money.