Текст песни А. Иващенко и Г. Васильев - Исповедь террориста

Part one:
Moscow does not believe in tears

The third day of waiting - I can't stand it anymore
I creep up to the information desk, I say: "Young lady, when
The flight indicated in your schedule
Is this flight the mysterious "Moscow-Karaganda?"

And she told me: "Citizen, take care of your nerves,
You are not the last with us, they say you are not the first with us
We fight against shortcomings decisively
But your flight, apparently, will be announced additionally "

Then I seemed to go berserk, I approach her from the rear,
-Well, wait, I think you will dance, goat!
You see this suitcase, it contains twenty tons of TNT
This is enough for your entire Aeroflot for the eyes!

They all jumped to the wall
Overturning urns
Noise, hubbub and vanity
The duty officer is running

They were still confused at first
The thin worm of doubt
But I brazenly frightened everyone
The volume of destruction

I see, they believe, they are on,
Oh, you byaki-beki
Hey, comrade foreman,
Take your hands away

Otherwise the air in vain
We will take off by accident
This is what I am in nature
Terrorist desperate

I'm in Europe, they say, I want
To gentlemen and ladies
And I knock for fidelity
Yellow suitcase

And in the suitcase there is a mug with a fork
"Crocodile" for the last year,
Yes opened bottle
Yes dried up sandwich
Yes, three packs of margarine
Yes horseradish with radishes
Yes, half a tangerine
What my brother got from the list to me

Okay, in general, agreed,
Allocated liner
The landing was carried out
Yours extreme

Cleanliness, comfort, peace,
Everything is easy and fast
We would all like this service,
Not only terrorists

Here the pilot also asks
-Where are we going to fly?
Airports invite
Amsterdam, New York, Rome ...

-Okay, in general, I say
The comedy is over
Turn home
Russian, my me, Fedya I

-Could you be slightly greetings?
- the pilot answers me,
-But with all that
I will not let you disrupt the flight

I, he says, can understand
Your noble gesture
But don't be vulgar
International flight

Let's back down
Shame in front of the whole Union,
Once you called yourself a load,
So get in the back, brother!

Eh, how much, my God
Risk and romance
And as a result, not home
And towards the Atlantic

Part two:
in the belly of Paris

We land in Paris
There already in the course, you bastards
Surround, shake hands,
Red brigades

You, we see, guy-jo,
You will be our helper
Tomorrow we set fire
And we take hostages

At first I'm not in any,
Strongly indignant
Like, I don’t rob, I don’t steal,
And then broke

Because not a penny
No passport with registration,
And only half a pound of tangerine
What my brother got from the list to me

And when their leader is brave
Discussing the capture plan
He suggested in this matter
Apply my suitcase

And then they decided
See what's inside
Gently opened the lid
Dynamite was not found

And they found there a mug with a fork,
"Crocodile" for the last year,
Yes, the opened bottle
Yes dried up sandwich
Yes, three packs of margarine
Yes horseradish with radishes
Yes, half a tangerine
What my brother got from the list to me

My holy simplicity
I killed them clean
The ringleader laughed leafing through
Last year's "Crocodile"

We finished the bottle in chorus
And drove to the deli
And then they kissed passionately
Pouring wine over the table

And then the debate began
And then over the toast toast
For Yasser Arafat
For the Cape David question

I sit with my foot,
I just feel that I'm out of place
I gave my word to come home
I will write Izvestia

-Come on, -says-let's drink, Fedya, dear
For friendship in our craft
For international terrorism
And for the Soviet as well

I said to their bandit faces:
-I won't go for friendship with you
Since everything is dearest to me
My plane to Karaganda

Promise me mountains of gold
And rivers are full of wine
But I believe, I believe that soon- \ 2 times
Back in you, my country- /

Part three:
We teach planes to fly

Throwing drunk terrorists
I headed to Orly
There my trick with the suitcase
Couldn't remember

I was taken to the capital
We met as a hero -
Well, still b! From abroad
The plane drove home!

Having made a transfer straight,
And without any difficulty,
I made it to that one
Flight "Moscow-Karaganda"

In general, like this: with Aeroflot
I am quite comfortable
And since the plane -
The suitcase is always with me

And in the suitcase there is a mug with a fork
"Crocodile" for the last year,
Yes opened bottle
Yes dried up sandwich
Yes, three packs of margarine
Yes horseradish with radishes
Yes, half a tangerine
What my brother got from the list to me