В форточку дует ветер свободы, В мусоропроводе сводки погоды, Синие трупы прячутся в ваннах Видно, стыдятся вен своих рваных!
"Я люблю тебя, моя страна!!! Ла-ла-ла-ла-ла-лааааааа!!!" Old tales, which are already more New tool from Moscow to Poland, Older throat , but the new songs No objections !? Come together :
& quot; I love you , my country !!! La -la-la -la-la - laaaaaaa !!! & quot;
The need for a monochromatic palette , Bright minds , hundreds of discoveries Or closed, but it does not matter ! Just as it was, the same paper !
& quot; I love you , my country !!! La -la-la -la-la - laaaaaaa !!! & quot;
In the window blowing in the wind of freedom, In the garbage disposal weather reports, Blue corpses hidden in baths One can see the veins are ashamed of their ragged !
& quot; I love you , my country !!! La -la-la -la-la - laaaaaaa !!! & quot;