Текст песни Андрей Венцерев - Переворот

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Words and Laja Andrei Werecheva

I sit on the sofa, the radio is yelling,
What is a new coup in the country.
Only I do not care about him.
I do not care that in the country a new president.
I sit on the sofa, alas are not in silence.
This gloomy thing is tired of me.

Radio broadcasts weather forecast
For the whole day, weeks and years:
"The pressure will rise by the masses of people ...
Sides are soles in the form of rain ... "
All this is of course I'm wondering
But I'm not asleep from this.

On my head went the roof ...
I'm deaf, I do not see anything.
And on the street goes - it is she,
I recognized her: this is a civil war.
These are new events, this is a new time.
No one is clear a new burden.

Tomorrow will be a new day full of new events.
And in my head, the threads are torn with the world.
Tomorrow will be a new day, there will be a radio to yell.
In the meantime, you will be fat to take something.
Stupid dreams of us pursue at night
As our country, the soil seized from under the feet.