| Vasya! |
| Where are you going?
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| This is a love song for law enforcement!
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| Mark on the chest, worth it, maybe don't like the beat.
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| Maybe the wife did not give, or then from a hangover ...
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| It can be seen, because a smart man, there is a cork in the bottle.
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| A hole to blow out of it, the topic has been clogged for a long time.
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| This is such an apparatus, they smoke Dutch tobacco.
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| Quietly, what are you saying, dumb - do not ask, listen!
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| I accelerate from it, the cop just frowned.
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| Maybe, bro, smoke? |
| It's legal, right?
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| "Listen, comrade, wait, I'm not such a fool.
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| I've cleared your topic." I quickly ran away.
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| The cop turned out to be sick, he rushed after me.
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| He quickly caught me, pressed me against the cliff with his belly.
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| Ment, I'm not a thief, not a bandit, no - I'm an ordinary man.
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| Bobik rushes after me, now I'm already under the article.
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| Quickly got to the core of me, ruined my barefoot life.
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| Hear, be encrypted boy. |
| Hide your pocket from the cops.
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| You hear, garbage - do not drive! |
| You're confusing the coast!
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| Cheap show-offs are definitely not for me!
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| You have stars on your shoulder, I have heaven in a box.
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| Feel free to interrogate with the help of an iron.
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| You think you can beat the names of the hucksters out of me?
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| You scare the local Bosota for nothing!
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| Considering the ribs as a cudgel, you say to me:
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| "I'll let you go free, just give me the addresses."
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| During interrogation, he used clubs and irons.
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| It's hard for me to speak, open the handcuffs.
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| I'll tell you the truth - everything is as it was. |
| I'll show you:
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| Where he raised, planted, mowed ... You understand, I did not buy.
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| In order not to get sick in life, the deceased grandfather guessed.
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| I only occasionally drink a brew of miracle herbs.
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| Since childhood, I have gastritis, sometimes my back hurts -
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| I speak and understand: "I was carried away coolly."
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| Just don't judge, don't sit barefoot!
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| Do not ruin my young fate!
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| There are robberies in the area.
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| Do you hear, garbage - do not drive, let it go free!
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| Hear! |
| Be human! |
| Let go!
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| You hear, garbage - do not drive! |
| You're confusing the coast!
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| Cheap show-offs are definitely not for me!
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| You have stars on your shoulder, I have heaven in a box.
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| Feel free to interrogate with the help of an iron.
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| You think you can beat the names of the hucksters out of me?
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| You scare the local Bosota for nothing!
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| Considering the ribs as a cudgel, you say to me:
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| "I'll let you go free, just give me the addresses."
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| You hear, garbage - do not drive! |
| You're confusing the coast!
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| Cheap show-offs are definitely not for me!
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| You have stars on your shoulder, I have heaven in a box.
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| Feel free to interrogate with the help of an iron.
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| You think you can beat the names of the hucksters out of me?
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| You scare the local Bosota for nothing!
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| Considering the ribs as a cudgel, you say to me:
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| "I'll let you go free, just give me the addresses."
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| Let's not forget our motherland!
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| After all, we are Belarusians! |
| We are peaceful people.
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| Why then are the laws so cruel?
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| For every third uncle in uniform.
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| You hear, garbage - do not drive! |
| You're confusing the coast!
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| Cheap show-offs are definitely not for me!
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| You have stars on your shoulder, I have heaven in a box.
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| Feel free to interrogate with the help of an iron.
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| You think you can beat the names of the hucksters out of me?
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| You scare the local Bosota for nothing!
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| Considering the ribs as a cudgel, you say to me:
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| "I'll let you go free, just give me the addresses." |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Мент , by - Не будите спящих. Song from the album Сборник, in the genre Русская поп-музыка