Борис Драгилев — Фимка song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Фимка" by Борис Драгилев.
Lyrics
Да нет, мой первейший друг.
С наборною ручкой финка
В заднем кармане брюк.
Ростом пока не вышел,
Но духа в нём на двоих.
Один на один он вышел
С верзилой по кличке Псих.
Верзиле уже шестнадцать,
В пальцы продет кастет,
Сахар ему — подраться,
Фимка, куда ты, шкет?
Двор не видал такого,
Псих удирал, как мог!
Жид — нехорошее слово,
Выучил двор назубок.
Знакомьтесь — дружок мой, Фимка,
Да нет, мой первейший друг.
С наборною ручкой финка
В заднем кармане брюк.
Ростом пока не вышел,
Но духа в нём на двоих.
Вот он стоит на крыше,
Небо в глазах голубых.
Lyrics translation
No, my first friend.
With a Fink dial pen
In the back pocket of his trousers.
He hasn't come out yet,
But the spirit is in it for two.
One on one he went out
With a big guy named Crazy.
The big guy is sixteen,
The knuckles are threaded through the fingers,
Sugar him-fight,
Fimka, where are you going, kid?
The court has never seen such a thing,
The madman ran as fast as he could!
Jew is not a good word,
I learned the yard by heart.
Meet a friend of mine, Fimka,
No, my first friend.
With a Fink dial pen
In the back pocket of his trousers.
He hasn't come out yet,
But the spirit is in it for two.
There he is on the roof,
The sky in the eyes of blue.