Леонид Каганов - Ода шпионскому камню - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Leonid Kaganov - Oda Spy Stone

Made by criminal hands, in the Moscow City Roads on Earth lay a spy stone and harmed the Fatherland as he could. Since the time of the Soviet Union, ingrown with grass stems, he lay unbearable cargo in the soul in Mother Mosushki. The townspeople passed by dances, citizens walked down the pieces, but the insidious British records of the noise and votes. He lay - configured, included. For a spy multi-year grant in it, the British thousands of scientists embodied genius and talent. Discarded inside with a sharpening boron, imperceptible (at least see the stop), it was put in Moscow with the device hiddenly thoughtfully inside.

He lay invisible on the sidelines. The people walk past along the path. And inside the gears were buzzing and the film was dangling back and forth. An evil British genius and mercenary, applying the talent of the Great His, there collected a detector receiver with the "Crown" battery. At night, through the stone wall, in the wake of the darkness, the mechanism suited the antenna and Morzyanka drove through all the waves. And served as a central point of collecting a stone, monitoring the air. In general, such a cunning device did not see the spy world. A whole billion of the British pounds was spent not in vain. Next of the pieces of the "phobos-soil" did not stand, honestly.

In the Ludna Park, right under the legs, like a bunch of trash and shit, the spy stone lay on thirty - and did not know about him the country! The British, who portrayed friendship, we suspected for many years, only all Russian special services could not penetrate their secret. Stupid, naive as children, the technique of retired completely, thought, source on the Internet, in GPS, WiFi and GSM. Stupid worthless work of counterintelligence Russian led: so many years caught nano-bots, microchips and antibodies. The satellites were looking in the thicker of the sky, listened in all ends of the earth Skype traffic, torrent and web, but could not catch cipher.

Who knew that right under his feet brazenly, boldly, on the front flank the British laid out a stone made in the style of "Paropank"? Next to him in the Central Park our children were buried hamsters - the medium of bottles, cans and copsy, the medium of syringes, gandons and bulls. Hundreds of citizens blaze near him. Somehow three Caucasians drunk in smoke, a prostitute beat them once, and then she beat them them. Thousands of cops that roamed here, people from their intelligence with their mind - everyone was shitting on this stone (in a figurative sense and straight).

But in the end, still the secret of the century to find out the special services managed! Although open was not a man - a former search service dog. Without housing, benefits and caressing PSA was once kicked out into the courtyard, as it was on the Caucasian passport (which is not good since known). The homeless dog in the park on the alley was sometimes hiding from people from the North Korean embassy, ​​full of unexpected ideas. And one day, in the will of God experienced pain in a causal place: you would be so screwed over the foot of the foot, having hitting nine volts!

Later, all overlooked it, later congratulated well done: with an excerpt, worthy of the PSA of Russia, he finished the case to the end! To end! Forward! Nor a drop by! Sparks and smoke appeared! The stone broke out, pulled down the smoke, cracked, creaked, clicked and silently! The dog is now a security guard - restored in the rank, all things. And the British still without communication. So there is a war of good and evil.