Макулатура - дукалис
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Had a good time yesterday, three chicks at once
I haven't done this for a long time, decided to throw myself a
A small household holiday in honor of another
A day lived in vain, in which I did not live like a hero

Porn until three o'clock, indoor opposition
Once upon a time they called this parasitism
And Brodsky was tried for not being busy in production
And not helping the country, and I'm lying under the blanket

Life in general is going well without the will to power
Insomnia makes me a man, not work
I lay half the night thinking about the future, idle
About fucking and literature, in the morning someone knocks on the door

I heard about these pogroms at a non-Russian vegetable base
But I didn't think that the crushed persimmon would roll
From there to my house and they will also call me a migrant
But here stands the local police officer and his angry eyes

They let me know who is Russian here and by what right
"I am Russian, we are a nation," he points at himself
And I understand that he is talking about the uniform, shoulder straps, cockade
A migrant is someone who is not dressed according to regulations

Who is not dressed in uniform, who does not greet the authorities
They lead me down the stairwell, prepare me for deportation
My neighbors see me off with reproachful silence back into oblivion
It only seems to me that they are out of uniform

My name is Anatoly, and I am your neighbor
Yesterday I ate cucumbers, Stalin's portrait is on the wall
It seems to me that this guy sang about the president in vain
I will make you cry about Ned Flanders

My ancestors were Cossacks, and I am your neighbor
From time immemorial they did not like strangers on their land
This guy, it seems, has never even worked anywhere
We do not need revolutions, we want peace

"You are so real," the chicks told me touching
My body through the holes from the beepers in the fabric of the sweatshirt
Like an eternal demobilization, I threw up a holiday in the morning
They wanted to beat the shit out of me, but the gopniks disdained it

And I headed further, staggering without a goal in life
Like the rapper Hamil, he fell out of sleep, absolutely free and naked
Tangled in his own hair, the shuttle at the start
"Don't listen to anyone, you're beautiful," the cafeteria window told me

Don't try to think about the language of these strange creatures
They will lock you in some zoo with a vile deception
Their bastards will point their fingers at you with evil laughter
While you sit confusedly at your post in a cap

But I was too young, naive, needed food and water
I would get to the cooler in the nearest office or bank
Having quenched my thirst, I will immediately run back to den
Killing enemies along the way and impregnating their females

Let me take a sip, but the camera is staring at me
Reading the unwillingness to accept their stupid rules from my face
This is a serious case, they sent the most important one to me
To give the one who has strayed from the pack, so to speak, an educational talk

"What are you doing, son? Where and how do you spend your endless weekends?"
I give you a uniform, in exchange I take away your despondency
We need you, forward to duty, we can't do without you today
Have a vodka for the road, remember, a hangover is our enemy

Now I am Anatoly, a people's man
My blood is oil, my flesh is bread
My PPS babon is Noah's Ark
My liver is the shape and size of Russia from the map on the wall

My name is Anatoly, I am a people's man
My blood is oil, my flesh is bread
My calling: to teach, educate and fuck
My uniform is skin, my national attribute