Desperado feat. Леша Старый, Джим, Мясной - Срок годности
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Well hello my Russia you are a united force
A delicacy for everyone and beautiful as always
Behind the scenes of satire you hid all the secrets
A deep lyre hangs in the Kremlin toilets
Whoever sits on the tops has a full feeder
Power is like a toy and a souvenir photo with the Tsar Cannon
You can't hide wooden rubles under your pillow
Fuck the crisis tomorrow, your girlfriend will run away

Government whores line their pockets
It is not clear why the veterans fought
Son dies from an overdose with whores
Grandma asks for bread prices soar in rubles
Yes, we live here in the nineties generation
Observing degradation, we have our own opinion
Lawlessness on the roads behind friction
The expiration date has expired, the countries are burying the population
Every truth has its expiration date
That's the difficulty, life has many blades
Now, weigh your fucking honors
After all, many stories are written about Russia
The werewolves in power aren't even bothered
Polished accelerations are fined three tons
And henceforth remember these people are monotonous
It's not modest for the top to steal from the homeless
She whispers in Alexey's ear, run faster
They have nothing to prove, pack your things quickly
Apartment for visiting boys in tights
Interracial races live in our high-rises
They grabbed everyone by the throat and didn’t give me a sip of water.
Take off the pedals before they give you pussy
There are few people in Moscow, only a few remain
Left dirty thoughts to the poor streets of the capital
Dirty thoughts and bright lights of the capital
District borders are only visible from a bird's flight
For visitors, the law of attraction plays here
Today at the station tomorrow the indigenous people are sitting like dogs in collars
Locals are pinched by the limit on black helicas
Men in gray close their eyes under a fan
They impose fines on the elderly and not on glamorous fagots. The twentieth century turned out to be essentially daring
How many lost people are born mediocrities?
Our nerves are not made of steel, we’re a little tired
After Stalin we didn’t kill less. A little less than Sudan but more than Kazakhstan
They're shouting over the phone that the country has become stronger
The policies in the countries have not changed much
But the white is poured into our glasses
Mother Russia, we are with you as always
And in war and in famine and in the dead frost, dry
Whatever happens, we will stand up as a whole country
It’s not in vain that we grew up on our holy land
Why does Russia need a breach, why does it need traitors?
Throw it all where you spend your money
We are a proud country, that’s how our mother raised us
We will never abandon our beloved power
How long can you steal other people's money?
Rob poor old people and take away their last things
Fear the god of scum he can see everything there
You will be punished for all your shit
You're not afraid of anyone or anything
And under guard you line your own pockets
Selling rubles for different currencies
And who are you after this, corrupt scoundrels?