Наггано - Демократия
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Our respect for you is a respected audience
Get wallets, do not spare the rubles
We are not crooks, we are a wandering team
Cooperative "Positive"
From an impromptu scene, we give our subject
Be vigilant and attentive
We do not give anyone advice
We are your purchases, you are coins for us
Come on Gregory, in the distance on the strings

A well -fed uncle pushes his theme from Telik
About the fact that I should share my bread
Netshki. My denyuzhki in my pocket
Hey go look for other suckers, uncle
The country has a sensation, stabilization
In the theater of fools, decoration change
The director sculpts a new production
The old song is now sung on the new
There were dollars, now euro
All thieves are caught, their property is divided by someone
Especially nervous in casemates, shame of a ram
Particularly smart, a summons for the prosecutor
Democracy under their legislation
Any decent time will be made easily
Deputies stock up on real estate
Our old people are buried during life
Money to the account, to the homeland x*y
Everyone is stealing and you also steal
Hey, pay for what you breathe, you hear
One law, you will sit down before and you will come out before
In police schools, a full house - FIEST
Twenty -five people per place
Will sit in the chair of the next maestro
I wonder if they are not crowded there
The arrests are cooler than in the thirty -seventh
Then they planted in the cold, and now wisely
The law is on the side of those at the helm
My country will befell the fate of the titanium
They say we don't need panic in a row
Hollow us with a whip, feed us with a gingerbread
Nation in knockout, there is no strength to fight
Slaves are not deaf, blind
In the hands of the trunks from despair
They do not kill bullets, kills silence
Rats run from a sinking ship
But remain afloat, old smuggles
Borders are blurred, paints are smeared
The constitution resembles a collection of fairy tales
Put on masks, hide from the gaze of the grinning
But I can distinguish a wolf from a jackal
People are tired of living in constant fear
That the new master will remove the last shirt
Well, his nah*th, such bindings
Falls and ups, x*fucking
Farsmaki and pussy*struggles, rotten rangers
Youngsters, prostitutes and their managers
Hopes traders, presidents from second-hand
Fashionable parties, steep labels
Legend people, leaders in mausoleums
Sluggish n*dorov, now they are crying gays
We became captives of muddy strategists
Man and law only by TV
The minds are blurred, a feast during the plague
We do not move forward, we cut circles
For the cordon? No, here is my land
Say a fellow countryman, who, if neither me?
If everyone is silent, gritting teeth with pain
Believe me, even one warrior in the field
I am outlawed, like the gender of my country
Under the sight of the executioners, I stand against the wall
My serial number, I was given the authorities
Miraculously has not yet died and from it happy
No, I'm not a gangster, but familiar with gangsters
These guys have more publicity

Hey people, and you are stupidly, from sales to buccum
From beloved to the bitch, from inspiration to boredom
In fact, you melt the deck without trump cards
Ground before the force of soap bubbles
And I'm warm, frostbitten, cautious
I put the plantain by old things to the wounds
I am like a shoemaker without boots, as an artist lonely
Say why God God? Why pearls?
If everyone around is blind, look
Samurai drives moonshine from Sakura
In despair, the tea master brews mold
In despair, the poet from gossip weaves songs
I'm crowded here, but there is always a place for protest
We hide the manifesto in this text
Miracles do not happen, everything is in your hands
Choose yourself, freedom or fear yourself

I am outlawed, like the gender of my country
Under the sight of the executioners, I stand against the wall