Текст песни Новае неба - Прэзiдэнт, iдзi дамоу

They look at the red sky
And hope that it will rain.
They look at the dry soil
And hoping that the grass will rise.
And we're left to hope
But she went grass.
And we left for a three words:
"The president, go home!"

They each morning departures to beer
And it seems that everything is okay.
They observe that, where and for how much
And I hope that it will be cheaper.
And you and I chose freedom,
But ....... not drink like beer.
And we left for a three words:
"The president, go home!"

They do not know the word "I"
They do not know the word "word".
They forgot love,
But this word I did not drink.
And you and I choose the word,
But they did not hear.
But we leave for a three words:
"The president, go home!"