Текст песни 30 монет - Под орлами двухголовыми

I sell myself piece by piece:
Letter by letter, line by line.
Buy my happiness, buy my pain,
After all, I'm your idol, I am your king!
During the thirty old shabby coins
My peace I selling to those who want not!

Buy my happiness, and you want - and the soul
I take it, and selling, selling and strushu!
Give me thirty shabby coins,
In return, you get what you lack.
What else could I get?
Adoration of the crowd, empty words?

Chorus:

Here, like I did not find it.
People squeezed and broken.
Conscience sold and honor,
Fools all filled.

Nowhere do not themselves.
I am a child of the hammer and sickle.
And I born to die
Under the two-headed eagle ...

I sell myself piece by piece:
Letter by letter, line by line.
Do not be shy. What do you mean? Really!
Take rather, there is not much ...

Chorus.