Текст песни Usisoma - Русская смерть

in this country it is not customary to cry
here it’s customary to watch the concert of Alla Pugacheva on the first and buy cheap beer in supermarkets,

this swamp will drag you in, drowning in Russian reality, take a TV on credit and watch every day a story about a rotting west.

in this country it’s not customary to cry,
here it’s customary to swear with the cashier for the wrong price tag for semi-finished products, go work to the factory, to the factory, arrange yourself as a security guard in a shopping center, and every day you can observe a popular upsurge - masses buy ready-made breakfasts

they will take everything that I have. all that is. I will only have one. Russian death.

and your breakfast is not ready, you yourself are not ready for tomorrow
in the suburbs a plane crashes
everyone around says how cool it is in the garden after widening the sidewalk

and I laugh at the fat grandmothers in the trams, do not give way to them
come up with a horror movie where their greasy hands reach for the last free chair
I steal wine from Pyaterochka, I do not accept the institution of marriage
I draw on the epaulettes of the stars and throw them under the wheels of the autorun

in Russia it’s not cold, just heating is not working
and people like to walk in huge jackets - everyone is angry and sweaty
Come on the subway, give me all your legs
and then you prove that our country, rising from its knees, did not become a world of wretched