Текст песни Бригадный Подряд - Париж-Таллинн

I put my low-frequency on the wave
I catch voices ...
But nonsense is passed on to the entire free world.
Well, how can they not get tired of clogging up the air?

Chorus: Give Paris.
Give me Tallinn.
Paris is for you!
Tallinn was not given either ...

I put my palm on the tincture boldly
And right there London, Novgorodtsev Seva.
Here radio Liberty sounds on a white light,
They talk about anything, but there is no truth.

Chorus.

I turn the handle in different directions,
I don’t want to believe in the information collected,
I cut off the antenna, cut it out of the network:
I am terribly tired of these voices.

Chorus.