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Опять зимою наступили холода.
Ушла, как водится, горячая вода.
На кухне греюсь в холодильнике всю ночь -
Закаляюсь поневоле, все бактерии прочь.
Потолок ледяной,
Стены ледяные тоже,
Круче Родины родной,
Только молотком по роже.
В семь утра пора бежать
На любимую работу.
Хоть чего-то своровать,
Лишь бы было там чего-то.
Вон говорят в Сибири,
На заводе Тяжмаш.
Мужики тачают гири,
Деньги делят на шабаш.
Наши танки стали легче,
Стал короче миномет,
Но зато намного крепче,
И мускулистее народ.
А в нашем цеху по заточке булавок,
Нам нечего дать на подпольный прилавок.
Одна зарплата, да и то не всегда,
Слава Богу, есть машина - потаксерить иногда.
Эх, дал бы кто взаймы,
До следующей зимы,
И позабыл об этом.
Эх, дал бы кто взаймы...
Моя супруга пишет кляузы в ООН -
Мол дайте кипяточку во второй микрорайон.
Раз мы таперича единая семья,
Знать все доллары поровну, на то мы и родня.
Фигня - мы для них, как комар на заднице!
Миллионы голодранцев с ядерною палицей,
И к тому же с нашей думой, чисто всенародною,
Сколько денег не давай, нам сидеть голодными.
Там любого могут дернуть на Сенат,
Им плевать, что ты, в натуре, всенародный депутат.
Мол, покайся при народе, где, почём и сколько раз,
Мы хотя и на свободе, но закон всему указ.
Вот если-б этих самых янки,
С их джакузи и бидэ,
К нашей власти, коммуналкам
И родной ГИБДД.
ГИБДД, ГИБДД, ГИБДД нау... 3 раза
Янки сдохли бы на следующий день!
Эх, дал бы кто взаймы,
До следующей зимы,
И позабыл об этом.
Эх, дал бы кто взаймы...
Сосед, зараза, мне подкинул геморрой,
Сломал все стены у меня над головой.
Весь дом колбасит под отбойный молоток -
Та-та-та тапочки срываются с ног.
Чтобы евроремонт обошелся даром,
Нанимайте молдаван из села Ротару.
Через год, потолок вдарит вам по темечку,
И паркет между ног встанет помаленечку.
Нам бы вечно все задаром,
Чтобы на халявочку.
Пусть убого и коряво,
Но зато подарочек.
Эх раз, еще раз, еще много, много,
Чтобы не было у нас, все не Слава Богу.
Эх, дал бы кто взаймы,
До следующей зимы,
И позабыл об этом.
Эх, дал бы кто взаймы,
До следующей зимы,
И позабыл об этом.
Ага, ага, щас, как-же... Времена нынче не те.
В долг нынче не дают.
Так что надо чё-то самому думать. Вот так
Again came the cold winter.
Gone, as usual, hot water.
The kitchen greyus in the refrigerator overnight -
Tempers inevitably, all the bacteria away.
The ceiling of ice,
The walls of ice, too,
Steeper native motherland,
Only in the face with a hammer.
At seven in the morning it's time to run
On his favorite work.
At least something to steal,
If only there was something.
Vaughn say in Siberia,
At the factory Tyazhmash.
Guys handmaking weights,
The money is divided by the orgy.
Our tanks are lighter,
It became shorter mortar
But much stronger,
And muscular people.
And in our shop for sharpening pins
We have nothing to give to the underground counter.
One salary, and even then not always,
Thank God, there is a machine - potakserit sometimes.
Oh, who would give a loan,
Until next winter,
And forget about it.
Oh, who would give a loan ...
My wife writes slander in the UN -
Mol let the boiling water in the second district.
Once we tapericha single family
Know all the dollars equally, we are the relatives.
Garbage - we are for them, like a mosquito on my ass!
Millions of beggars with nuclear cudgel,
And besides, our thought, purely by popular,
How much money does not come, we sit hungry.
There may be any pull in the Senate,
They do not care that you are, in nature, a national deputy.
Like, when people repent, where, how much and how many times,
We though free, but the whole law decree.
But if the most-used of the Yankees,
With their hot tub and bidet,
By our power, a communal
And native traffic.
Traffic police, traffic police, traffic police ... naw 3 times
The Yankees would drop dead the next day!
Oh, who would give a loan,
Until next winter,
And forget about it.
Oh, who would give a loan ...
A neighbor, an infection, I threw hemorrhoids
Broke all the wall above my head.
The whole house sausage under the hammer -
Ta-ta-ta slippers are broken down.
Renovation to cost nothing,
Hire Moldovan village of Rotaru.
In a year, the ceiling on temechku vdarit you,
And parquet between the legs rise pomalenechku.
We would always all for nothing,
In order to halyavochku.
Let shabby and sloppy,
But a present.
Oh, just, once again, many, many,
So we did not have, it's not, thank God.
Oh, who would give a loan,
Until next winter,
And forget about it.
Oh, who would give a loan,
Until next winter,
And forget about it.
Yeah, yeah, right now, as the same ... those times are not now.
The debt now do not give.
So it is necessary four-something to think for himself. Like this
Gone, as usual, hot water.
The kitchen greyus in the refrigerator overnight -
Tempers inevitably, all the bacteria away.
The ceiling of ice,
The walls of ice, too,
Steeper native motherland,
Only in the face with a hammer.
At seven in the morning it's time to run
On his favorite work.
At least something to steal,
If only there was something.
Vaughn say in Siberia,
At the factory Tyazhmash.
Guys handmaking weights,
The money is divided by the orgy.
Our tanks are lighter,
It became shorter mortar
But much stronger,
And muscular people.
And in our shop for sharpening pins
We have nothing to give to the underground counter.
One salary, and even then not always,
Thank God, there is a machine - potakserit sometimes.
Oh, who would give a loan,
Until next winter,
And forget about it.
Oh, who would give a loan ...
My wife writes slander in the UN -
Mol let the boiling water in the second district.
Once we tapericha single family
Know all the dollars equally, we are the relatives.
Garbage - we are for them, like a mosquito on my ass!
Millions of beggars with nuclear cudgel,
And besides, our thought, purely by popular,
How much money does not come, we sit hungry.
There may be any pull in the Senate,
They do not care that you are, in nature, a national deputy.
Like, when people repent, where, how much and how many times,
We though free, but the whole law decree.
But if the most-used of the Yankees,
With their hot tub and bidet,
By our power, a communal
And native traffic.
Traffic police, traffic police, traffic police ... naw 3 times
The Yankees would drop dead the next day!
Oh, who would give a loan,
Until next winter,
And forget about it.
Oh, who would give a loan ...
A neighbor, an infection, I threw hemorrhoids
Broke all the wall above my head.
The whole house sausage under the hammer -
Ta-ta-ta slippers are broken down.
Renovation to cost nothing,
Hire Moldovan village of Rotaru.
In a year, the ceiling on temechku vdarit you,
And parquet between the legs rise pomalenechku.
We would always all for nothing,
In order to halyavochku.
Let shabby and sloppy,
But a present.
Oh, just, once again, many, many,
So we did not have, it's not, thank God.
Oh, who would give a loan,
Until next winter,
And forget about it.
Oh, who would give a loan,
Until next winter,
And forget about it.
Yeah, yeah, right now, as the same ... those times are not now.
The debt now do not give.
So it is necessary four-something to think for himself. Like this
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