Виктор Третьяков - Эх, раз, да ещё раз
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God gave me to write poetry
And then Moroka went:
I got for sins
Knowledge of the prophet.
Eh, my life is wretched,
The song is my best.
It's a pity that God needs me
Only like a sheep lost.
Lose, lose me, please
And then everything hits me.
After all, for that I sin
In order to repent later.

Eh, once, and again, and even many, many times.
Eh, once, and again, and even many, many times.

And I really, like that sheep,
And around the quagmire.
If anyone did not know his father,
How does the son know?
And the prophets of all stripes, -
Eh, white clothes
And to God the authorities
There is no hope already.
You want someone - you want someone to go, ask -
"How hard it is to be a ruler!"
There, the patriarch of all Russia -
And he with a bodyguard.

And I wave a glass, and look -
There is no more fear,
And I'll go for a walk
Yes without body armor!

Eh, once, and again, and even many, many times.
Eh, once, and again, and even many, many times.

For Russia today, demand,
Pepsa has a full house,
Elected by the gold of Christ,
Eh, yes on the red flag.
Truth wanders in wine
We are on entertainment
And goosebumps on the back
From his teachings:
Like, if you throw bread to the dogs,
Then you will forget about children
But do not judge others, and yourself
Yes, you will not be convicted.

And better - give everything to the poor, -
Truths are simple.
Eh, give us any faith, -
And you will be saints.

Eh, once, and again, and even many, many times.
Eh, once, and again, and even many, many times.

And with us - and we drink today.
Do not ask, not in the form of me!
You hear the angels sing:
"Hotel California".
And I would be cucumbers on the table
Right with the garden,
Yes, the king would be on the throne
Russian people.
But ... that saint, and that prophet -
There is no sadder of the story ...
However, holiness is not a vice,
If you live according to conscience.

Eh, once, and again, and even many, many times ...