Текст песни CapC - Трижды беден

Russia - Motherland, Fatherland or country
In Kotoy not achieve a balance of good and evil
Back to the leather chairs puts someone
To close in the house with a thousand windows

To bet a thousand bucks is not a pity to pull
The belief that one can still buy
Poverty for the word that they do not know
And keep each other throw Ponte

The crosses on the breast and icons on the walls
On fingers rings, blue blood in his veins
In a glass of red wine of the last century
What is left of the human vnih

Loaf of bread for others - it is a dream
After all, as the stigma of a miserable status - poverty
Three unpaid invoice and children in rags
And around such beautiful uncle and aunt

Three times three is rich or poor
Every second, every first and my brother
How to find the strength to survive in Russia

Bomb on the old penny overnight and in the morning
Go to stalzavod to replace the shop stumps
Standing on the steps of the church with the children in their arms
In an old scarf and boots on their feet

Word strikes fear the cold, and hunger is not terrible
Children have long drunken grief mother
TB cough, and the stench from the basement
It does not surprise those lives pomatala

Koba poverty pulls to the bottom like a stone
And because she did not get out. All. Amen.
How to profit or word tale of a better life
After all, are not born nischte bright thoughts

Gritting his teeth and put his hand to accept
At the entrance to the hypermarket painted bitch
What buys unwanted clothes out of boredom
But the pain will recede with a sip of cheap vodka

Collect boxes, bottles and hand over a penny
Find the night, and dream of fried steak
The shabby quilted jacket haul trucks on the market
And in the evening to go to the business, clutching the knife

And do not change the plate, and start all over again
When I pressed lives when not see the pier
Despair and grief in the hearts of many
Russia - who will suffer again at the cross Galgofu