Текст песни Небесный Фёдор - ГКЧП 1991 года

The coup comes from the Kremlin
Storms on the high seas propaganda
When the ship's capital
Rebel team picked up.

He's so tired of life and worries
Lights of Moscow and Crimean fog
GKChP board takes
And can do without capital

Pugo and Kryuchkov became Shvurman
The chimes beat regularly on the Spasskaya Tower
Looking gloomily over the bayonets
With a musket, Yazov rushed to the shrouds

There Pavlov was dying of delight
Picking handfuls of rice from a cup
Everything is ahead, comrade admiral
It's time to board Boris.

A fuse over the nuclear cannon
The commune holds with dirty hands
On the course straight Yeltsin 10 miles
And the deck will hold together under the heels.

Our red Roger beats in the wind
So we will win, we will not be forgiven for treason!
They, democrats, should be taken from the morning,
Completing the battle on the night shift.

Pierced by a tank blow to the left side
The southern cross is burning under the skies
How hard it is to make a right turn
Mainmasts equipped with sails.

Yanaev controls the ship
The corsairs supported our turmoil
"You are right, you are lying, Premier, I swear by the ruble", -
Pavlov answered and fled to the cabin.

The wave of war was rising astern
Damp asphalt strewn with flowers
Not everyone came home from sailing
The same cannot be said about the captain.

He guessed the reefs at depth
There was a gaping failure in his party duma,
And now in Matrosskaya Tishina,
His crew is eating gruel in the hold.

Debris and surf near the shore
Weeps in the morning at high tide.
Glides slowly over the spray
Russia-seagull in a blue haze.

Clouds float on the horizon
In a tavern, noise in a mysterious glass
Who got three sips of gin?
So he will die of thirst in the ocean.