Текст песни Министерство Любви - Безработный

Fifth power, heavenly angels
Coming to my house soon
I feel the death of my native quarter,
In the heart of overgrown ball
There is an employment record book,
Dust was covered long ago
Crying soul asshole
Closed like a window

I worked conscience
And I would not go to the bottom
But the generation of Kinchevs and Shevchuk
Spring has killed me
The house is covered with eternal ice
The snow fell asleep gates
I'm unemployed, I'm unemployed
I'm out of work!

I'm surprised myself, but still
The silly thread stretches
Time has come morning -
Will be able to live
Day without bread and vodka
With thoughts and longing
The day that put an end to that
What is called "peace"

I worked with the thought
I was ready to win
But the generation of Gopnik and goons
Love has killed me
Hate burned out the gut -
There is no power even for vomiting.
I'm unemployed, I'm unemployed,
I'm out of work!

The evil life of monkeys,
Dark sky away
Broken heart, empty hopes,
Sunk ships
In the gap between the floorboards
It has long ceased to break the dawn
Lord, it'll all end sometime
Or not ?

I worked the truth
I climbed fun up
But the generation of Chechens and Jews
Killed my life
I died so many times
What has long gone astray
I'm unemployed, I'm unemployed,
I'm out of work!

I worked in Russia
World I tried to hug
But the generation of bitches and goats
Killed me in me
And my banner is blurred by a stain
From tears, blood and sweat
I'm unemployed, I'm unemployed,
I'm out of work!