Сергей Жариков и Ал. Вишня - Ветер перемен. 1987-2012
текст песни

You took my life, leaving fear in return
But now I walk in lilac pants
I am changing in the rags at the joy of brine
Rooster ticket and xiva for Mosol

Here is a guy from the grass is spit on the moon
Do you know a huge country
Where the blue forest stands like a queue in the Selpo
Where the smell of people's sausages throws into sweat

Where there have been no bundles for a long time, enough hands
Where the hamsters are named by enemy number 2
Where is the old cunning dick channel under the fool
Heroic Cavalier, Juddy slightly

Brown -out engineer, honest communist
Innovator Pioneer, writer and artist
Krpunest diplomat, great general
Plundered the country, their people will do

In the Central Committee, such as he works for an elephant
And fame is ruined, a million worked
Unanimously for, for everything voted
And in the evening I poured my eyes behind

The Bukolo river flowed, the speaker spoke
And the hammer is sung with a sickle chopped
But the dumplings blew (?), Michal came to Late
Then the wind of change - it began to accelerate

The sailor runs forward, a loaf ran forward
Pharmacy, street, people, armored car, lantern
Became a yellow light, the usual gop
And here's a guy: the grass is again with him

He straightened up (?) Slightly, in the spit collected saliva
He said: "I will go to the Central Committee" and spat on the moon.