Чай с малиной не надо мне конины
Здесь не шелестят над крышей пальмы,
Под 18% тут даются займы,
Как будто сколько дважды два не знаем мы.
Здесь вороны стаями обосновались, пока псы лаяли,
Треть России сгорела, но льды не растаяли.
Здесь не шелестят над крышей пальмы,
Под 18% тут даются займы,
Как будто сколько дважды два не знаем мы.
Здесь вороны стаями обосновались, пока псы лаяли,
Треть России сгорела, но льды не растаяли.
От парка Культуры до Красной пресни.
Потом обратно на девятый Брайтон.
Йоу.
Slovo (Constant):
Arrangements from the Red press.
Burevestnik here is interested in interesting things.
Here they fall not only from diseases,
Here I need to hang the armature,
To the peak for me for the fourth time here did not climb.
Maza is if, then we pump Nevsky,
Zhelebin and Makhachkala in addition.
Here the summer residents are puzzled, they say, where is the luck?
Here the tea is hot, the oligarchs wrap up here.
Salam to the house, where the refugees are twisting the country and the mast.
I drift so that it is not possible for the garbage to awaken from the hibernation even by the forces of the brother.
Che for an hour? You better hide.
At three in the morning what sun? If the thief himself shines around the clock.
In addition to Poseidon, here cats peck at the bait.
Put your coat on, or else the day is shorter than the night.
Here is a juicy crook, here devils are sharpened,
Everyone wants to raise here very much, not doing anything,
As if he’s a worker.
Here, by the way, turns.
One life. One Love. Hence one holy source.
Here I truly am concerned.
Tea with raspberries. I do not need horse meat. They rest their wines.
Here the cargo was stuck in the port by the Finns.
And in akkurat air guys from the Ministry of Finance print.
Here the truth is with us, it is not in the windows.
There are no rustles above the roof of palm trees,
Under 18% there are loans,
It’s as if we do not know how many twice.
Here the crows settled in the schools, while the dogs barked,
A third of Russia was burnt, but the ice did not melt.
There are no rustles above the roof of palm trees,
Under 18% there are loans,
It’s as if we do not know how many twice.
Here the crows settled in the schools, while the dogs barked,
A third of Russia was burnt, but the ice did not melt.
From the Park of Culture to the Red Press.
Then back to the ninth Brighton.
Yo.
Текст
Здесь не шелестят над крышей пальмы,
Под 18% тут даются займы,
Как будто сколько дважды два не знаем мы.
Здесь вороны стаями обосновались, пока псы лаяли,
Треть России сгорела, но льды не растаяли.
Здесь не шелестят над крышей пальмы,
Под 18% тут даются займы,
Как будто сколько дважды два не знаем мы.
Здесь вороны стаями обосновались, пока псы лаяли,
Треть России сгорела, но льды не растаяли.
От парка Культуры до Красной Пресни.
Потом обратно на девятый Брайтон.
Йоу.
Перевод
Once everyone sat at the same Desk,
Lived in communal apartments, were waiting for the award and the salary,
Join the party, taught by heart «Capital» Marx,
Dreamed about Mars by reading the Strugatsky brothers.
Did not fly in the States
Not spinning plan in blanty appointed no senators,
Haven’t seen Santa Barbara,
Didn’t buy Hummers to drive on pavements,
Did not know about the reality show Big brother
Thank You, Boris Nikolaevich, for democracy and freedom,
For laundered black money in offshore zones,
For cocaine in the toilets of the White house,
For werewolves in epaulets and the freedom of speech,
Which, by the way, was then, is now – not then, anyway.
And maybe we’ll be announced tomorrow outside of the law,
Remember these words.
In the meantime, we are launching the rocket from our spaceport
Up in the air, it is a way not to dry up in concrete boxes.
Not be fuel when triggered the plan ideologue.
Put us on the experiences, thinking about how
As trashes rename the New year,
Like in the movies about cops they will have a badge
And the right to make you into a sieve, taking out the barrel,
Such is the rock-n-roll. Along the vast of Russia
Flying this music. Here slim and in the Word.
Hands with red Presnya.
Petrel sticking around here for fun interesting.
Here falling not only from diseases
Here I need the valves to hang,
With that visor to me for the fourth time there has not climbed.
MAZ is, if, the boost Nevsky,
Zelenina and Makhachkala in the bargain.
Here vacationers perplexed, saying, where is the luck?
Here the tea is hot, the carpets here oligarchs wrapped.
Salaam home, where refugees twist the country and the mast.
Drift,
That garbage is not even capable brother to awaken from hibernation.
What is a watch? You better hide.
At three in the morning what sun?
If the criminal himself is shining around the clock.
In addition to Poseidon, there’s cats peck at the bait.
Put a jacket on, and then the day is shorter than night.
Here are the juicy cash, here devils sharpen,
Here is a very everyone wants to raise, nothing doing,
As if it’s working.
Here among other things the queue.
One life. One love. Hence the one Holy source.
Here is the truth indeed I am a Horny.
Tea with raspberries. I don’t need horse meat. Rest of wine.
Here brother the cargo stuck at the port Finns.
And exactly print the air the guys from the Ministry of Finance.
Here’s the truth with us, it is not on display.
Here do not rustle on the roof of the palms,
At 18% there are loans
Like how much two plus two we do not know.
Here flocks of crows settled until the dogs barked,
A third of Russia burned down, but the ice is not melted.
Here do not rustle on the roof of the palms,
At 18% there are loans
Like how much two plus two we do not know.
Here flocks of crows settled until the dogs barked,
A third of Russia burned down, but the ice is not melted.
From the Cultural Park to Krasnaya Presnya.
Then returning on the ninth Brighton.
Yo.