Текст песни MoSHkin - Рыба гниет с головы

Words and music:
Igor Veniaminovich Moshkin

The fish rots from the head

We have .... .. ha .. ha ..

Statutes, rules, laws
We think of all the obstacles.
Act as a & quot; batrachnoe pole & quot;
Where he wanted to - there and left.

 The fish rots from the head
 And nothing can be done, alas!
 There is already here a clean grass
 Parasites dime a dozen!

In many pond fish
All power to enforce strictly.
All the while sweating spawn
Lie down late, get up in the morning.

guitar

 It all begins to rot from the head
 Against the wind, and you do not stop!
 No lawns of green grass
 Parasites herbs - not grass!

All going well, but the infection -
The head instill leprosy.
Any justice systems collapse pyramids.
Rot undermine any granite.

m..m.m..m.m.m

 The fish rots from the head
 You see it all, but ... alas!
 Nowhere pure water and grass
 Sea worms, but at least I die!

guitar solo

July 4, 2015
from the album I want to say and speak 2015