Текст песни Трофим - Песня Бывшего Работника Милиции

At the heart we anxiety
Bullies became a lot
Huliganyut and prevent people from living
That window stone vybyut
That pocket with something removed
Brother said - go to the police to serve

I went to my cutie
In our police uniform
With his cap, a pistol on his belt
And she said to Me
You fool, I knew it
You're a cop, are not you more I nuzhon

And I did not contend with it
I do not go to change clothes
And I went for a walk in the park
The park played Muzychko
And standing under a tree
The one night asking three rubles

I decided to approach her
Talk to her to start
Figl-Miglena, they say, what's your call
And she said - Nadia
And hit someone behind
And let me kick a Muzychko

And I said - friends, for what
Indiscriminately hit in the face
And the dirt on wet ground roll
But they did not listen
Knocked down a blow to the ear
And let me kick the new

That night I spent in a pool
The left eye, I immediately found
A jaw of a wisdom tooth protruded
I very nearly gave here oak
Everything was looking for four teeth
And in the morning came to the clinic

I sewed a long time
Putty, daub
The doctor said you will go for a walk through godok
Will you fall in love again
Hugging, kissing
But take food through the navel

And I went to the combat units
The third group of disability
And I do not know how to survive until retirement
Brother heard my story
He gave shape toilet
I will not go, he said the police serve