Илья Муромец - Колебания на улице Герцена - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Born on Herzen Street, in Gastronomer No. 22. The famous economist, by his vocation, is a librarian. The people are a collective farmer. In the store - the seller. In the economy, so to speak, is necessary. This, so to speak, is a system ... uh ... in the composition of 120 units. You take pictures of the Murmansk Peninsula and get TE-le-Fun-Ken. And the accountant works on another line - along the librarian. Because there will be no air, an academician will be! Well, you can photograph the Murmansk Peninsula. You can become an air acce. You can become an air planet. And you will be sure that this planet will be accepted according to the textbook. So, one planet will benefit the benefit of physics. The value divorced in the field of diplomacy gives its fluctuations for all diplomacy. And Ilya Muromets gives fluctuations only on his family. A match in the library works. A large sheet is walking and lighting in the newsreel in the newsreel. In the library, a small sheet is kindled. Fire ... uh ... will be made much easier than the textbook strong. And a strong textbook will be more significant than a gastronon on Herzen Street. And on Herzen Street there will be a split textbook. Then the textbook will pass through Herzen Street, through Gastronon No. 22, and be replaced there according to the formula of economic unity. Here in the store 22 she can break down, economics! To economists, on dispatchers, for sellers, to a culture of trade ... So, the whole economy will move in this direction. The library will move in the direction of 120 units that will be ... uh ... lay the subject on the subject. 120 units - an object of physics. The electric light is burning from 120 bricks, because the structure, so to speak, is similar to her brick. Ilya Muromets works at the Dynamo stadium. Ilya Muromets works at home. Here is a specific diplomacy! “Open Diplomacy” is the same. Well, we take the TV, insert it into the Murmansk peninsula, wind up there ... uh ... all the time black bread ... So, there will be a murometer, or something, grow up? Ilya Muromets, or something, will it grow out of this?