Игорь Сивак - Дикие гуси
текст песни

Real gentlemen,
According to a modest business class,
They fly from Vienna,
What will Africa meet us?
Some satraps rule here,
At least no matter how much they are.
We are going here on the ladder
Giving the porter for tea.

Martini is good, however,
That "Mr." calls, then "sir".
Not known to them, poor people,
That sir is from the USSR.
Satrap for the life of "Pisoshka"
I will never give it again -
Waiters are waiting for the city
And our main baggage.

Chorus:
The question is not worth it - such work -
Shoot or not shoot.
We can arrange coups
And we can suppress them.
They will never write about us in the Union
So stronger, calmly sleeping the Fatherland,
So, we are also "wild geese",
Dagger of developed socialism.

Continuous goods are coming
With weapons and grain.
What are the pluses to the union -
It is not for us to talk about that.
Children will chopped from hunger
Not ours, not because of us.
The dictator will answer for everything
There is an oral order.

Chorus.

The country will wake up in the morning
On the throne is already different.
No one stuttering
Where the former hero went.
And the new started to swear
That the course with Moscow alone.
He knows that it can be
We will also come for him.

Chorus.