Текст песни Неизвестен - контора глубокого бурения

Here, like the Caravan:
Someone close, someone on the edge ...
Divide a loaf of tycoons,
And we - the soldiers of the motherland.
They let his hands are hairy,
We all have a compromising,
We know everything about you
In the "office" of our in ...

It has become the everyday work:
Terrorists in airplanes
Gone were trying to across the border,
And then - with a lattice van.
Friends, ask for questioning -
The fate of the kisses you passionately,
The fate of the face in this hour
You embraced for the last time.

There was a king and a god was the fear in his eyes.
For us there is one God - in heaven.
Let cool and let mastitis -
Here break the bandits.
Let the "green" in the "in cash" -
Here they crack like matches.
Playing in the wind tunnel
The red building ...

Chorus:
Bureau of deep drilling
Dig quality, all surprisingly,
Digs on the "excellent" and without "BE"
"Office" called ...
"Office" called.