Иваси, Георгий Васильев, Алексей Иващенко - Частушки-апокалипсушки
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I swim on a boat, roof everyone on my mother,-
Why, why there is no water in the fairway!

The bottom is grinding on the stones, the moan stands on the marinas,-
There, with tears, washing, the fish requires Nyam.
Instead of food, she is being brought a spent fuel oil!

Fish hits fins, the bird does not bite fish
And from hunger immediately gives the soul to God.
Beasts, birds without eating, Outblasts die.

In ticks and other fleas, the diet is bad from the hands,
Because the world of animals is predominantly dead.
In the absence of animals, blood sucks from huntsmen.

Satane huntsuers and cigarette butts,
Despite the fires, nervously smoke how much in vain.
Smoke rises under heaven - then the forests burn, burn!

Oxygen will disappear without plant breeds,
And without it, the people are suffocating without gas.
The people are suffocating, the collective farms are short -lived!

I'm standing on the deck, I feel bad ...
I'm standing on the deck, I feel bad ...

And I would, would, would, would ...
Swim a thaw on a boat to a molting of a mother,-
Yes, you see, it is not destined: there is no water in the fairway, eh!
Yes, you see, it is not destined: there is no water in the fairway!