Текст песни Михаил Елизаров - Гитлер

Around me is the beauty of Moscow,
And zaebet - I’ll go to St. Petersburg.
Grass is happy today
And tomorrow, Hitler kicks me high.

It will rain - I’ll put on a Mac
They will go snow - a sweater will fall.
Today you are not waiting for me
And in the morning I will come as Hitler.

I'll take the balm out of my pocket
Not Riga, but healing Bittner,
Reading through your eyes:
"Talk to me, Hitler."

And then I'll open my mouth,
Though not an orator or speaker.
There are so many notes in my chest
Come on, I'll sing to you like Hitler.

What was paid will become free
Instead of the blog will be Twitter.
There will be no light - only darkness
There will be no God, there will be Hitler.