Трофим - Тётя Соня
текст песни

Once in Sheremetyevo
For a persistent buretral
We thought: "Judas to them is a judge"
Promised land
For them like a semolina
Well, what is our friendly family to them
Farewell was crumpled
And here they are with knapsacks
Stepped over the last line
And aunt Sonya poor
Sobbing, pale
Picked Corvalol on board

And we rushed to the past
Simromy, bast
With princes and bosses of lads
Judging the country is poisonous
The Jew is not conquered
Walk from Yenisei to Niva
We are Aria
And with this, the bespectacles
And faces with a curly beard
We will remember Dmitry at once
Massons with Wahabis
Case of cattle and Lenin with the Horde

Chorus:
Aunt Sonya, the soul hurts and groans
Exhausted by the truth is simple
Aunt Sonya, with all her style
Without you, Russia has become an orphan

Farewell to cybernetics
Poets and ginetics
All those whom they managed to forget
We are not up to personalities today
Now the issue of cash
It is stronger than "to be or not"
And the fact that we are eternal drunk
Buzim and parasite
So it's all - insidious enemies
And we ourselves are radiant
Naive and clean
Otherwise, not even think

Chorus:
Aunt Sonya, the soul hurts and groans
Exhausted by the truth is simple
Aunt Sonya, with all her style
Without you, Russia has become an orphan

Solo.

I feel sorry for the territory
With a dubious story
And eternal threat from outside
With leaky laws
With obscure reasons
And fear to the inevitable novelty
Where the power plays strength
Where is the name and surname
Determine the quality of the soul
And we are poor: Brodsky
Shagali, Vysotsky
They say and without them we ourselves are good

Chorus:
Aunt Sonya, the soul hurts and groans
Exhausted by the truth is simple
Aunt Sonya, with all her style
Without you, Russia has become an orphan

Aunt Sonya, the soul hurts and groans
Exhausted by the truth is simple
Aunt Sonya, with all her style
Without you, Russia has become an orphan

Aunt Sonya, with all her style
Without you, Russia has become an orphan