Текст песни Топорков - За государства целостность, за нефтяной запас...

Oh, white birch
Log houses for nothing,
I fuck my netverёzy
Yes, under the Chechen knife.

To forgive him for the old
All our former farm
With accordion but with a guitar,
Yes, with the song to tears.

Farewell to you, my laponka,
Look no ssuchsya here
Chechens for contractor
And do not take a ransom.

For the integrity of the state,
For the oil supply
He sleeps with his throat slit
Unhappy bass.

It is worth calling a surly
Not handed over the Caucasus,
Looming on TV
Lead - fag.

But the contractor sleeps gently,
He does not see these rye.
Now with a leaky throat
I do not popesh vodka.

It does not keep the air throat
And he is good in the mountains ...
Oh, white birch
Log buildings for nothing.