Александр Столетний - Врут
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They say that we began to live better
They say that prices will subside
They say that the salary will be raised
They say. Yes, you understand the lie

New morning began on the collective farm
Muske Muska in the window
How disgusting to get up to work
How you envy your own cat

They say that the roads will fix
They say that Gaytsov will be removed
They say that taxes will be canceled
They say. Yes, you understand the lie

And the collective farm is the main news
That Petrov got an apartment
And the thought is circulating over me like a fly
All about how to nail the foreman

They say. They will give gas this summer
They say. What is very in a hurry
But as soon as you look into the eyes of them
You understand that exactly ... lie

And Semenych drank on the collective farm
He gave the foreman in the face
And whispering a week in the district
That they say little to him a scoundrel

They say Moiseev gives birth
But Luzhkov is not taken to the gay club
They say Ivan Dorn writes poetry
They say they smile. Lie down

And on the collective farm on the benches of grandmothers
They are gnawing a little day.
They say they are all different
They don’t let them fall asleep

They say that there will be no clearance
They say. What a whip is behind the gingerbread
The third time Putin will rise to the throne
How I would like to believe. What they lie