Текст песни Бригадный Подряд - Не дарите мамы сыновьям гитары

What are you son did not grow up ?
Mom reproached the morning guy
Rock your stupid sick
Life you obviously do not crumpling sides !
In your group some addicts
Also on the neck sit at moms
Songs full of - yes empty pockets
Who would set fire to your damn garage ?

Do not give , mothers , sons guitar
Would become a musician - goryushko hlebnet
Does not bring happiness Fender Stratocaster
Do not feed her son Gibson Thunderbird

Duri typing in your web
Jumping with guitar - do not dig a pit
Here are our neighbors normal children
Work in the morning - and in the evening to sleep
Your songs , I do not understand
What do you hurt , just so you yelling ?