Красная Плесень - Жиган братан - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Do not judge the judges of me strictly,

I did not steal, did not kill.

I walked in my life my way

And he got to the bunks.

(Well, you think, soaked a dozen people, is this a crime? Gentlemen, jurors? Is it another thing if I stole a pungent in a bakery!)

I grew up a very quiet guy,

Quietly pear from the neighbors stole,

I was kind, even very much,

The fly was not offended when he did not offend.

(The fly was my best friend, we were together, skipped lessons, caught fish on the river, melted a trifle in their pockets and stole bicycles.)

I remember we shot from a slingshot,

Dispersing yard cats,

I hit them right in the ass of grandmothers,

Oh, we laughed for a long time later.

(Since then, the grandmother has been building up with trams every morning and feeds the planes flying past.)

But why on the bunks I am longing?

I ask people with you?

Really for that bourgeois

That my knife jumped ten times?

(Why, he himself is to blame, bastard, I just asked him a little money in a dark alley, but he did not give it, and began to throw and scream at my knife: help, help like! And then all passers -by rush at my knife And there were so many of them, and I tried to hide from them, but the Chekist drove me out and also caught up with my neck on the knife, I was already scared, and why do you want to judge me? Only for this ???)