Текст песни Аквариум - 500

Five hundred songs - and there is nothing to sing;
The sky turns into a locked cage.
The same old words in a new font,
The comic verse for the incident in the elevator.

In the streets of the province dry wind sweeps;
My Motherland like a pig eats his sons;
With the inexorability of a supersonic drill
Hands in gloves Rocks the Cradle.

Candles fuse at both ends,
The dead bury their dead,
The dead bury their dead ...

Hey, anyone remember who hung on the cross?
Righteous sausage as Tale on acid.
Every time, when I say that we - together
I remember - the most money brings "cargo 200".

In the yellow submarine - the mummy in the wheelhouse,
Wheel laughter discovers properties grinder;
Patriotism - is simply "Kill infidel!" -
This crack runs through my heart.

not visible in the murky waters of all,
The dead bury their dead,
The dead bury their dead ...

I feel, as a negative on the light;
Dry rage in the heart, iron taste in the mouth.
Our happiness is manufactured in Hong Kong and Poland,
Neither the name does not suit us more

Each young bud - clockwork;
We are moving down the stairs leading down.
Related bird can be singing;
Falling in the elevator with every second becomes easier.

Dogs choked by howling;
We were taught not to live, we are taught to die standing.
You know, two can play this game,
In this game you can play two ...