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You betrayed your homeland
In America they fuck you in the mouth
In your homeland you want to publish your bullshit
But she's not fucking needed here
People tell you to fuck you, friend
You betrayed your homeland
In America they fuck you in the mouth
In your homeland you want to publish your bullshit
But she's not fucking needed here
People tell you to fuck you, friend
Beautiful capybaras at Zurich Zoo
Or sunsets of unfriendly countries
You want to return, but your visa has expired
And the emerald city is fucking not like that
Look without glasses, its walls will become transparent
Emerged from the unprepossessing outback
Looks like Bangladesh or Bhutan
Walled up in a capsule like enriched uranium
Lost on the highway
You look at the world like a ram at a new gate
It's good where we are not
But it's even better at home
In the apartment where Roskomnadzor
But grandfather died boom-bom
And from the receiver old Bob
A foreign coast will not wash your feet
I listened to Russian fucking rock
And I hated the alternative from the A-One channel
I love my homeland like Obninsk Vanya Ivan
When your father takes you drunk to kindergarten
You understand that you can do anything, but you can’t get out of here
And let the GSPD yell at the concert: “Russia!”
And Gleb has been yelling bullshit for three days
I know this country is invincible
But not in that sense, asshole
I did not betray my homeland and do not work for anyone
So fuck your mouth, rappers, clerks
Your stadium is the same office
Where they strap you on for the right to shout “Moscow, I can’t hear you”
And we write demos as if in a black box
And if Moscow doesn’t hear this
It'll even be fucked up
I was the boy who jerked off to the under
And you listened to pop music and thought
That if something is popular, then it's fucked
But fuck you, you're just a cheap DJ
At the festival of plastic men
You betrayed your homeland
In America they fuck you in the mouth
In your homeland you want to publish your bullshit
But she's not fucking needed here
People tell you to fuck you, friend
You betrayed your homeland
In America they fuck you in the mouth
In your homeland you want to publish your bullshit
But she's not fucking needed here
People tell you to fuck you, friend
Twenty thousand leagues under the sea
From Roskomnadzor or Roskomnadzor
And you'll go head over heels
Emerging with a stupid grin
But these swims did not bring us one step closer to the desired threshold
Where outside the door they wait warmly and do not judge strictly
They do not name deadlines due to the discreteness of space and time
While they are writing scripts about North and South Korea
Watershed lines
A good investigator does not sit idle
But the bad son of Russia did not sit and walk around blue
Flies like Cassini to the edge of the solar system
Where you can no longer find your way home
But maybe there, on another planet
Under a different sun
We will find something that will warm you with its light
Or will we be captivated by Saturn's rings?
And we will burn with a cry of "hurray"
For the last time, remembering that old yard
And don't judge harshly the one who gets lost there
Looking for new paths to home
Tangled in the slings
Forgot the lines and locked myself in a windowless prison
Spun a cocoon like a spider
The Restless Barbarian Conan
Against the god Set using flatulence
Or a meteorite sword
Or whatever he had
I don't remember, this is a cartoon from my childhood
You betrayed your homeland
In America they fuck you in the mouth
In your homeland you want to publish your bullshit
But she's not fucking needed here
People tell you to fuck you, friend
You betrayed your homeland
In America they fuck you in the mouth
In your homeland you want to publish your bullshit
But she's not fucking needed here
People tell you to fuck you, friend
He betrayed his homeland, wreaths to his brothers
I fucked math in my mouth now
The moderators gaped
Amy is in awe, Rory is in awe
Lords of Time we are emperors
Call us expats
Entirely scientists, writers
We are smoked in black huts
Oh, chifirok on the table outside the window
Everything is foreign, salty, expensive, different
And the spine that seemed like a complete asshole
Will become family
And you will drive together to Bologoe
Drink from the well there
Cold water, listen
Grandma has no money
Pension three eight hundred in good
Raise from the barony
Your Harvard nouveau riche
Throw some sheets
The chiffonier will smile with a French face