Текст песни Контреволюция - Родная

You got me fed and gave to drink ,
You got me shod and shaved ,
But you always like this ,
Homeland , their country great ...
Life for us is now a glass of port ,
There is no more inspiration in life,
Give , give , give counsel ,
You're the one in no way to blame for ...
You have all the only one ,
Affectionate , kind, speckled ,
And the lame and the curve ,
But you look so like my own ...
Come and we will drink a glass ,
I will not deceive you ,
Asked: - What do I give ?
I will say no strushu : -
Under grave forbid land drier ...