Текст песни Катакомбы - Евроремонт

We made our way through illiteracy and hunger
huddled in the catacombs until the seventeenth year
civil war cut us into two peoples
we won, united in a new country
blazing with the fire of revolution, they created a nation
knocking down blood on industrialization
lived on collective farms, peasant communities
the world's first women on a par with men

they poured blood on the ground in a battle with the force of the dark
over the Reichstag red flag ended the war
Raking its rubble, we went to paradise, to the Russian Zion
the killer Cain replaced Abel
built a common house, to depend on the enemy, together
producing / producing rockets like sausages in dough
the first in space, in ballet and often in sports
go on ... argue about things and sausage variety

cold war, swamp of stagnation
we are not destroying yet, we are building something else
the west pokes at us, they say we walk in formation
but we ourselves do not know how our system works
intellectuals in the role of a horse from Troy
hidden russophobes want only destroy
with Europe to become a step, bitch, sister
willing to sacrifice their home country

then Afghan, they will tell us so unnecessary
and now your son brought gerych for dinner
we live badly with the slogan, we can do better
silently tolerate Gorbachev's perestroika
and the plane loses parts when landing
pioneers draw Betman in a notebook
the cold war is getting hot
USSR project removed and not patched

building capitalism by raising prices
money of ideals knocking down the sight
yesterday's communists change in the face
and the Russian people are drunk like Boris Yelzen

our home party Russia is false
the memory of the real home is still alive
he stands there alone, abandoned and abandoned
and is waiting for you with its shuttered arms

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so where does the homeland begin?
if a
our house is fenced
live wire
on the island of non-freedom
where does the homeland end if we don't even know what is beyond the cordon
I think the pain of madness
those who will not stick their noses above the sky
patriots of neighboring stars
prisoners of conscience in distant galaxies
will talk to us
but only
about revolution and about sunset

superstition and no faith gave you wings,
city ​​monorail electric cars
new songs for good cartoons
but when they ask me what is closest to me
and most expensive
even under torture I won't betray you a secret
what awaits you, let me dream
my land
probably everything is ahead
somewhere far, very far
where we will definitely return one day
it is raining now

the most important thing I have
this is pararararam this is shalalalalala
the most important thing I have
this is shalalalala this is pararararam