Роман Иванов - Хоть я русский... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Although I am Russian ...

Words, music, execution of Roman Ivanov

Well, what are you shaken, Russians? Above the head and the Motherland will not forget us!

As the broom is drowning, it will be: someone will be a bagel, and someone is a hole from a bagel-here it is a presidential market republic. So, how is it in the song: “Be healthy, live richly” how much your salary will allow you, and if the salary does not allow you to live, then you don’t live, no one is not not bad, and if the cattle are not visible in the barn, turn on the TV, She performs. So live as you want - abbreviated housing and communal services. Love, take care and protect our Russia-Rodin-your mother! Take care of it for descendants! For whom? Ah, it doesn’t matter, because all the people are brothers, both rich thieves and poor victims.

Although I am a Russian and a resident of Russia,

But it is not easier for me,

Because unclean power

It grown on the Russian land.

I go to shops like museums:

Nothing is impossible to buy.

It remains for the price of the glazing,

I go back with nothing.

Where are you Russian lard with potatoes

Yes with a sip of spring water?

Even black bread with okroshka

There is no food for her cheap.

Helpers of cabbage soup and potatoes

How you go to the tavern any

They will cover you there a little

And they will shake so much that you will fall.

Where is Russian kvass hissing,

What do you drink with great hunting?

Instead of tea, where softness and burning is,

Only chemistry of muddy balde.

On the shelves only a body

You will sip it a little a bit,

You will suffer like a poor fellow

If only you don't die at all.

No gullible, cute beauties

From the distant pore of gold,

Only a continuous make -up blush -

The waved appearance of the crazy.

Where are the songs relatives, serious

Under the blizzard and under gloomy rain?

On the screen is only overseas screams,

You will not find anything besides them.

We selected that homeland,

That it was as long as seventy years

The entire Soviet Union was torn to pieces

We have nothing but troubles.

We are not considered for people at all

The rich, who are fattening in the Kremlin,

Only the poor people are oppressed

Crying stands on Russian land.

Although the poet is probably not important

I'm just a simple musician

But in the struggle against the authorities of the sale

He applied at least some talent.

I can't look calmly

On the Russian continuous lawlessness.

And, like Russian, it hurts me very much

That the people remained out of work.

That Russia and what is a abroad,

I admit me now:

Here and there are all the same faces,

The attitude towards people is one.

Here and there is a private business in the law,

The same market system,

Here and there is worship of mammon

A man is a stranger to a man.

Crimea with Russia reunited,

But it's not hot, not cold to me.

Even if the world had submitted to her,

Anyway, I would stay in shit.

Where is such an earth in the whole world,

Which is not for the heart of relatives?

Although I am a Russian and a resident of Russia,

But not easier for me.