Словетский - из Караганды..
текст песни

Each wolf on the meat of a piece
So that there are strength to disperse the anguish,
And not let crackers on the temple
You risk it, otherwise Shish was wasted

Here serfs are starving and striking,
While they are stealing in their open last one.
You will drop the fifth to the second, otherwise you can do it out of time
And they will close you.

Here the sky pleases with a thunderstorm with a nuclear tear
Fantasy - aerosol, allumine cucumbers just to the feast
Bread-salt and peaceful atom
With such a salad in the White House to the organizers.

To the organizers, they feed us with square wheels
In order to come up with round ones later.
After the nuclear winter, if we return, then back
I figured it out, can it be calculated for bread for dolls?
Or try to connect a few words with letters?

From Karaganda to Brooklyn
Polya in his pocket settles with the document purchased.
There is no longer a mase to rush for skirts
Already purely skirt on the German, the motor is warming for days

Engineers with metallurgists
They do not particularly help with Vanya Urgant jokes.
What is heard there?
Where are they sitting tightly on the raped?
Here they eat alive, because we live in Russia

What is heard there? On the site of the raped?
Here they eat alive, because we live in Russia