Митя Северный, Словетский - По 50
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Descendants of Yuri Gagarin, is dedicated to Joseph Stalin
Everyone who grew up in this country, who were born in it
All who remember it for you these lines
What's heard of Che than

Descendants of Yuri Gagarin, Joseph Stalin
Now the signals I hammered string included
The heart and soul, have heard Yeltsin
Why, of all the stigma of fluff
And fuck the origins of seventeen ninety-one
Devoted memory of date
Predrastrelnye lists of the archives would be withdrawn
Russell country not Khrushchev
And on the estate. Thank you brothers.
I hammer wolves arrow
I Praed as always with himself
Pull out the belt of his trousers, from shoe laces
That convoy was handier
Sunset haze, little eyes are brown
Come have a drink with you hovering on stoparik
Moscow Tbilisi elegant glad
I am in good standing, where my grandfather lived
Not in the capital city
But when a country where not rob openly
I this era of whole body absorbed
Today, with its remnants of smoke
Let's brother to us kropalyu
Come for the Motherland, for Stalin let
*** Let's lead to weight
Come for Gagarin, for it no longer to drink
For a long time and can properly
But betray the memory date of my destiny
Surrender time batyu, the country is a sin
How many thoughts in my head wanders
I stumbled on a Monday
According to Russian lavas read laurels
I wish you love, a lot of money
Family and constant ektses
strong plexus
Seven months and the creation
Soviet academicians minds
Kalash hit-to-kill
My expression after installation
Post-Soviet engineers neutralize
Membrane enemy forces do not stand
I will sacrifice

Sean Conor you or Vakhtang Kikabidze
Here craves murder
Merged with the lads in uniform
Hang streamers
Where patsanchiki smell of gasoline
And you are holding a lighter
Then a bullet with a loaf
Where a first Hapki breaks dyhalku
And benzyl Pyatikhatki, release your heel

fifty
Come on, come on
fifty

Let's take a fifty
Not a goose, and a native of the Metropolitan
Then smoke as usual
The plan is excellent, under it we cut skillfully
As the chopper Stalin
Half a century too late, we
Then here's the Khrushchev thaw
Smoothly joined the Brezhnev stagnation
There's my godfather blank stelae
And we've got to wait shoals
Toward the east, in the west itself
Already loaded in the morning go and
Gently scratch the
Shmalyaet so that fly off the cuff links
Of the USSR, I got on zapadki
From Brooklyn to the island brought the Apostle
Unknown fucking fifty

fifty
Come on, come on
fifty