Текст песни Соломенные еноты - Зов тюрьмы

Call prison

I go to the savings bank, I controller on deposits
Monetary mass sing my serenade
They want cabbage not tomorrow, but today,
In my heart is so empty, like in the underworld

And every day I hear the call of the prison!

I'm sitting in a savings bank for a transparent glass
Working with cabbage, unwittingly become grim
Russian Empire cut into pieces
And I toss money into the jaws bared

In Moscow hunger - residents sad
Sell ​​wedding rings on the market
In Christ's bosom has big bucks,
He throws a trifle in his outstretched hat

And every day I hear the call of the prison!

In the spring, I often fall into a coma
Because what I feel, roll
In the spring the girls out of the house
And everyone is looking for his Chikatily

In the spring, I often hibernate
And these days I need a little bit,
After all, I am a simple controller on deposits