Текст песни Катакомбы - 91

I continue past the grave I dig
In the 91st I had only five
I felt everything, but could not understand
The house collapsed, and we stayed kind of standing
And how many bodies remained there under the rubble?
Plan for demolition signed by the scum
My grandfather did not demolish and then went to that world
Yes, we were then only children
But twenty years have passed and again here we are
I lift a photo of my grandfather to wash it
Without an atom bomb broken into atoms
Russians surrender and join NATO, we
Bziezhinsky puts a check on the checkmate - not helped by the history
The stench of the Middle Ages is already knocking on our hail
And our detachment of barriers has long been removed
And the most important enemy on this side of the gates
He lied in perestroika, he changed the ideal for cash
He tore our flag, he stole our price
Festive crime gangster and changed
He put money to the grave of fallen soldiers
In the hedonism of gnosis, the snake laughs
Looking at how we live under capitalism
The country is still alive, but the tailor has already removed the size
The costume will be a little less than that of the USSR.

And I look at horse racing for the prize
Again, the chains of communism ghosts
And if you do not, then you are recognized as a lumpen
And "failure" - anchovy is the main sign.
But deep down I do not want to live like this
With the prospect of only muddying the leaves
Bounce off cops and fraternity
They are alive by nature, but they are already dead
And I'm asleep to suffer and to live
I understand that it is necessary to change the mode inside
I hope the spirit will light up and we'll decide everything
There are fewer people around - more cars.
Think less - more pasha
"Why are you chasing him?
Creeping up again, brother, you are something superfluous
Today is also Friday, man! "

Yearning crush at night - I lay motionless
Something whisper to me again "the thread of time of knitting"
The spouse will tell me that these things are not important,
That we need a price, but there is no need.
I agree, dear, go to sleep, lie down,
I'll go sit in the kitchen in secret from my wife
Social widower as well as the sex of the country
I climbed the window and moved the flowers
Let me warm the cold of the moon
And the feeling that there you look YOU
And this is more than dreams
Inside, SOMETHING SPARKS, so I DO NOT REMAIN.

AND I'LL DELETE THE DREAM OF OUR PARAGRAPHS
FROM THE UNDER THE USSR HAZARDS
BUT DREAM - ZERO FORCE!
TO ACTION CAUSES SENSE OF DEBT.
AND I'M GOING INTO THE ROAD TO A LITTLE
in the SUNNY CITY OF THE ROAD,
THE ROAD TO GOD
FORWARD, HISTORY!
AND WE ARE WITH TIME IN THE KNIFE
PEOPLE FORGET THAT MUCH CAN.

And I hang out as you know what, it is known where
Consumption instead of joy causes anger
I'm not a hamster, let not a lion
I'm right and at the same time a lion.
My love is an orphan, not a bastard
And its direction will always be to people
We lack it more than oil
It is she "the most important resource of the Russian Federation",
After all, ancestors gave us quite another
Eternal battle and not forgetfulness of peace
Fought until the end of the world is
While objects are more expensive than a person
While GAZPROM, Lukoil,
while the "ferari", "koen", "
While Mama's grief,
until we arrange
the realm of people with Love
We are behind Moscow
Our souls with Tomsk,
Filling Melee again.
The person from the person is alienated
In the room full mirrors we are all waiting for something
We are pouring slops with tv RAINBOW
Journalism before us shakes dirty laundry

When the last drop falls
And we will fuck at the end of the performance society
When the penniless landowner pushes back
Then we are not reading to know all of Gramsci
In the meantime, hazel grouses in the soup themselves crumbs
Il tear to the West from the hated "Rashi"
Two different things - country and mode
We are not dead, we just lay on the stove.

AND I'LL DELETE THE DREAM OF OUR PARAGRAPHS
FROM THE UNDER THE USSR HAZARDS
BUT DREAM - ZERO FORCE!
TO ACTION CAUSES SENSE OF DEBT.
AND I'M GOING INTO THE ROAD TO A LITTLE
in the SUNNY CITY OF THE ROAD,
THE ROAD TO GOD
FORWARD, HISTORY!
AND WE ARE WITH TIME IN THE KNIFE
PEOPLE FORGET THAT MUCH CAN.