Текст песни Кооператив Ништяк - В Рим

Since childhood, he taught that there are poorer than us -
They're out there somewhere ...
And you have to feel sorry for them, because they are very bad,
Pity them, hiding in concrete buildings,
Pity they measured our pity,
That little bit of everything to them enough,
To sit on the neck of us naplakal plenty,
And whistling whip, drove us to Rome.

Since childhood, taught that need to be kind,
And blacks love, all the racists out of spite
And every Negro buy on rifle
And to have fun, drink their wine
And that this potion laughing
Everyone gradually got them
To sit on the neck, exulting from stupor,
And by clicking the whip, drove us to Rome.

Since childhood, taught that need to be generous
Lame and poor ruble endow
That day they had a million
And that each of them could become a Rockefeller.
To wealth mound bags
Disgust laughed until we all sleep
And obnaglev with anticipation of paradise
Lashed a whip and drove everyone in Rome.

* * *

And the sun rises over the edge of my gray
Exhausted, we - we do not need a dawn
The gray mouse from the heat burn
Empty away, and there is no past.
Gently take into the hands of my gray ash
Illusive sky flash unearthly
Ash picks up a gusty wind
And the rain will carry me to Rome ...