Площадь Ленина - Ода сектантам - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

1.

I want to live easily, freely,

Independently and fashionably!

I decided to quit drinking here

I decided to go to church.

I will pray for all my sins there!

And others' and my own.

But where is my salvation?

There are so many churches now, like flies in jam!

The glimmer of every faith beckons.

The choice is difficult and great.

I am tired of atheism!

Orthodoxy? Buddhism?

Or should I become a Catholic?

I have to choose somehow!

Or maybe:

2.

Shave my head, oh "Hari Rama",

Become a drug addict Hindu,

Give a meaningless dinner

Maybe I should believe in this nonsense?

To the mother church,

Having changed six names,

Shout hallelujah,

Sing, pray and dance.

I need to take an IQ test -

To go to the Scientologists,

To have my brains washed

To the point of lobotomy.

Without prayers, but with reason,

With a satanic slant -

The glorious order of the Templars

I will acquire knightly manners.

Maybe the Jehovah's Witnesses?

Or their friends the Baptists?

They will lead me to the heavenly temple,

Cleaning out my pocket.

Reiki, Gakkai juice, Mormons,

Re-Christianity battalions,

Brahma, Osho, the Chinmoy cult,

DEIR, Muna and more...

3.

Once I had to meet a slanted sectarian

With a prisoner's face.

"Good evening" and off we go.

Discussed the meaning of life,

About sins and the fatherland.

Avoided questions,

Caught a glance quickly.

About an hour later

My friend looked around nervously,

He smiled strangely,

And touched me slightly.

He suggested: "Let's go together, brother,

To a concert of spiritual songs."

Damn! Hypnosis for sure!

He dragged me to the community center.

4.

On stage, a drunken crowd of preachers

They shouted "Hallelujah," spitting saliva.

They jumped, ran, fought, laughed

If not God, they would at least be afraid of Satan.

5.

Come to the new "Temple"

Uncle Zhora by accident.

Yesterday he was insane,

And today he became a prophet.

Throwed away his torn passport,

Wrote a filthy psalm.

Even if you spit in his face,

He is now the most holy dick

Changed his clothes for a sack,

Stopped washing his hair.

Gives faith and hope

For an immodest fee.

Come to Uncle Zhora

If you can't stop the pain,

If you have nothing to believe in,

If you just have nothing to do.

6.

Oh, I'm tired of all these organizations that have a detrimental effect on the psyche, that suppress the will and all thinking, turning people into zombies, often driving them to suicide.

You, like eternally hungry cockroaches and stinking rats, crawl into houses, schools and even kindergartens. Into politics, the Ministry of Health and Social Development and other places of interest to you.

But the question is: why are you so rarely trampled and poisoned? It remains open for me.