Текст песни Алексей Дружинин - Жить на селе

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The most sad story in the world:
Rubles to pay - no hunks or Hawk.
The solarium shame burnt conscience,
Like in the jacuzzi, bathed in snoring.
Vokzal'na trash, unblinking as owls,
Looks like they rule the streets of
Yuppies, yuppies, yuppie, I-as-a-
Leeches on the body of a stranger spun,
And that, perhaps, in his own cute,
But I accept the Mobil on the forks,
I will live in rural areas
tipsy
Live in rural areas
tipsy

Go dressed as parades,
Salvage-wheel twist nerve proteins
All clog - who piles one direction,
Pretending that in their own way are happy
Like the smiles of advertising stretch marks -
Better! Delicious! More profitable! Disgusting!
Dispose wisely nature:
The family of freaks - not without neuroda,
And it gives us hope and strength,
But I accept the Mobil on the fork -
I will live in rural areas
tipsy
Live in rural areas
tipsy