Текст песни Агата Кристи - Родной завод

My town, behind a barbed fence
Our factory has over us like a knife
Everyone here under the control of a triple
Not go far

We pass with banners
Smiling familiar faces
Mayor winks from the podium
And the song pours bird

E-gay, our air is clean
Our city is dancing and singing
New products, chemistry and life
Let them always stands

Native plant which he calls
Native plant which he calls

Yes, we pay for freedom
Meat and sausage
Rags and boots
If fed for slaughter

We put on a show
Invite us artists
We remove TV
To sing the whole country:

E-gay, our air is clean
Our city is dancing and singing
New products, chemistry and life
Until he blew up our

Native plant which he calls
Native plant which he calls

My town, behind a barbed fence
Our factory has over us like a knife
Everyone here under the control of a triple
Not go away, you will not leave, do not leave ...