Текст песни Spitfire - Партия жуликов и воров в народе

There is a nation on its plant
And a gun on the move
Simple set of known words
He repeats as in delirium

Mom and dad did not give salary
Mom and Dad scolded all the mat
You head poverni-
All around them, my son, they

Any cop or Associate Professor
Simple workers and students
All these words call
When the soul is ripe moment

In close tram cries of protest
Quite pushed, there is no place quite
Turn your head - they are all around, they are

All are heard everywhere
On the night until the morning
Familiar words
The choir from the windows of all the houses
At a thousand votes
The whole country!

People do not like blue
And afraid of color
He invented the word,
To distinguish yourself from them

He just counterattacks
Phrases
In the non-normative lexicon
You can go far
They should be designated
Their names, those who
Always across the road,
Who always across the way

Fag (repeat 36 times, loudly: D)