Текст песни Соломенные еноты - Колыбельная панк-року

Lullaby to punk rock

When in dashing years it smells of national disaster
Then in the midnight hour, quiet, discreet
An old man comes out with a hem, and you see - not hemmed at all
And on the contrary, a very young handsome Dubrovsky

Burn with fire Kostroma, disappear Russia-prison
It's not a century for us to bother and cry for bread
Dubrovsky takes a snow-scooter and goes to the nearest storage
And on the way back he writes in the snow

The road rushes ahead, punk rock will never die
Don't look at Jesus Christ and then he will find us
Heavenly Jerusalem burns through cold and ice
And so he stands around us, and waits for us!

Dubrovsky knows who needs to be killed to buy a pistol
He realized that there is someone to take revenge and breathes joyfully
In a difficult hour for the Motherland, on the wings of anarchy, he will fly
In the calculation to protect her from a herd of people