Usisoma - Русская смерть - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

It is not customary to cry in this country

It is customary to watch Alla Pugacheva’s concert on the first and buy cheap beer in supermarkets,

This swamp will drag you, sprinkle in Russian reality, take the TV on credit and see the storiz about the decaying West every day.

It is not customary to cry in this country,

It is customary to swear with the cashier for the wrong price tag under semi -finished products, go to the factory, for the factory, arrange a security guard in a shopping center, and every day you can observe a popular upsurge - masses of people buy ready breakfasts

They will pick up everything I have. All that is. I will only have one left. Russian death.

And your breakfast is not ready, you yourself are not ready for tomorrow

A plane is being broken in the suburbs

Everyone around says how cool on the garden after the expansion of the sidewalk

And I laugh at the thick grandmothers in trams, I do not give way to them

I come up with a horror movie where their fat hands reach for the last free chair

I steal wine from five, I do not accept the institution of marriage

I draw stars on the uniform and throw under the wheels of a car carrier

It's not cold in Russia, just the heating does not work

And people like to walk in huge jackets - all evil and sweaty

go to the subway, give me all your legs,

And then you will prove that our country, rising from the knees, did not become the world of miserable