Текст песни Александр Новиков - Я вышел родом из еврейского квартала

I came originally from the Jewish Quarter
I was conceived for three rubles in the attic
When all the rubber is not enough
And I was born in anger and anguish
When I grew up playing rounders and hide and seek
Metal knives in dilapidated door
A long time ago my father sparkled heels
And I do not know if he is alive now

My family blyula freedom of manners
And I'm used to being in the end
My mom careless rightly
I am often to me of my fathers
Of these, the last one was dearer to me all
Although I did not like it at all
And is characterized in that without blushing ,
On the roof of the women on the stairs led

With me growing Jewish kids
All , like me , dressed in rags
My sisters and fathers to bratishki
In the soul of potential thieves
Came the war , fathers and gave drape
Without waiting for the gloomy Godin
And my favorite unforgettable Pope
Surrounding women served one

He tormented them rubles and treshki
What to bring to the house of my mom
And we fear hiding in her hands
When he climbed in the morning in her pocket
We ate in a day stale bread
A dad fornication scratched in the attic
He rested soul under the blue sky
Holding the three-spot in the calloused hand
Here we go!

Last year , I grew up , even very
And he began secretly to drop in the pub
And voluptuous my stepfather dissolute
Often caught the eye of my fist
I forgot my sore childhood
And he began to secretly look at the female sex
I got a wonderful legacy
In fifteen years, I have brought a woman into the house

And the money to me , of course , not enough
I'll tell you about it, not concealing
And we became friends in the quarter
Raids do in distant lands
But we did not really steal able
And day after day sitting on the rocks
And once the cops got on the tail
And the whole office crowd swept

There beaten hurt forged buckle
But I was silent as a fish , do not believe - believe
And finally, with stars on thighs
I was the cops kicked the door
Then I just marvel otvertelsya
And the rest hung term
I had suffered so much fear them
What a week memorized the Criminal Code

Now I know what and how much weighs
And I do not climb more on the rampage
I changed a thousand trades
As my dad I once wives
Parent , my thug and unforgettable
Me you did, did just
Me buzzing your bad genes
And I gaze longingly into the attic !