Мурзилки International - Письмо Владимиру Путину от Татьяны из Ушлепинска - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Hello, dear Vladimir Vladimirovich!

If you do not know yet, then my name is Tatyana,

I live in Ushlepinsk and teach piano,

The population was drunk, he became bored,

And nobody needs piano in Ushlepinsk

I write a letter, do not consider me a fool,

It is necessary to somehow raise the level of culture in the country!

But maybe not throughout the country, but maybe somehow secretly:

Take and raise the culture specifically in Ushlepinsk.

To become my city of all other cities more beautiful,

And this is directly related to your possible visit.

Answer me a letter preferably without delay.

We will discuss the issues of nutrition, accommodation, other costs,

And in order to blossom Ushlepinsk,

It is enough to spend you once on it.

Show you a judge, police, mayor,

They will immediately take up mind and decisive measures

Respond to demand, I'm waiting for an answer,

You are one hope, no hope is no more!

In an open field, burdocks bloom, bloom, bloom,

And on the bench, men drink and drink and drink

If you come a friend, maybe they will turn on the light,

In the windows light, shining ...

Vladimir Vladimirovich, this is Tanya from Ushlepinsk writes,

The previous letter apparently ate mice to you,

I write you the second at least you did not ask me about that,

And I hope only for you and the efficiency of the Russian Post,

I would send you a letter on this, on the "Internet",

But in Ushlepinsk we have no Internet,

There is no cinema, libraries, the theater did not reach our region,

There is only a music school - only I work in it.

I tell you about the facts of corruption, theft,

The whole top in the city is built on the principle of kinship

The husband, wife, mother -in -law, father -in -law, son -in -law, are sitting in offices,

And each people will do nothing and take more.

It is unlikely for you that it sounds very unusual,

I read in the newspapers - this scheme is familiar to the capital,

However, I do not criticize, there was no thoughts, God forbid,

I'm all about the same - please come and save us all!

Our people are now strongly drunk and very strict,

There are Lada cars, but there are no roads for them at all,

The bus from the district center came earlier a week once,

And now he has broken, and the district center is apparently not at all to us

Guys sit thumping, sing in chorus "Oh my god, what a man",

And at first I thought - this is the reason for all our troubles,

She approached asked: "Guys this song about who she is?"

And they answer: "Well, what, of course, a song about Putin!"

Thus, the people love you, respects you, sings about you,

And all as one person of your soon visit is waiting.

Our suffering is great and terrible,

The former address is Ushlepinsk, the subscriber box "Tanya" (that is, I).

In an open field, burdocks bloom, bloom, bloom,

And on the bench, men drink and drink and drink.

If you come a friend, maybe we will turn on the light,

In the windows, the light is shining, such a radiant light.

Mr. President, this is Tanya, Ushlepinsk, Krivopipetsk region

Incredible news came to us by Polubny Mail:

They say that in the program of your visits for the whole year Ushlepinsk is not listed

How is it here?

That is, I sat sobbing, I went crazy outside the city,

I wrote you ten thousand and five hundred and thirty -three letters,

She left work, interrupted from bread to kvosok,

And you have no time to look at us literally for an hour

So they would have answered immediately, otherwise I’m sitting like a fool.

Apparently you are not very interested in our opinion about the eighteenth year,

Apparently you do not care about Ushlepinsk as an administrative unit in a beautiful and wealthy capital there

So I report, yesterday there was a natural phenomenon,

A landslide among the flood came from the hill

And before that in Ushlepinsk it was not so hot how beautiful it was,

And now the floor of the city was overwhelmed, the floor of the city was washed off

So do not scream "Ay ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhi

Moreover, the building of the music school remains whole

And in it for a day now, all 148 ushlepinians as one person, have been sitting without a chance to escape,

We drink pure alcohol, eat stew and pearl barley,

I am writing this last letter to the folk dictation

Water comes up, flooded