Текст песни Серебряная свадьба - Пистолеты фирмы Беретта

He wandered along the beach around
He saw from afar:
She was sitting in red panties
And looking down at all

He was a bully and a poet
He loved her as best I could
He compared it to a gun
The nature and the exact scope

Pistols,
Pistols Beretta
So beautiful as this girl
So how dangerous this girl
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta

Pistols
Beretta
The dream of the poet, the poet's dream

But one day with some knucklehead
He met her on the beach
He was a poet and a bully
And why not silent

I do not sit you in the red panties,
My heart is ripping to shreds
He pulled the trigger ... and missed
And the bullets went for buoys

Pistols,
Pistols Beretta
So beautiful as this girl
So how dangerous this girl
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta

Pistols
Beretta
The dream of the poet, the poet's dream