Текст песни Корнилов Леонид - Георгиевский зал

GEORGIAN HALL

Sorry, St. George Hall,
But you and I didn’t have to
Watch as a Russian general
Serves to the capital.
Did you know other times
And he saw true heroes.
Now other orders
And they are handed for another.
Russia. Twenty first century.
The era of bucks and shame.
Devastating raid
The oligarchic thief.
Jammed Kremlin steering wheel.
And the course is stably abnormal.
"One to sixty" - the ruble -
The stigma of the country is colonial.
Deep roll and skew
Like a presidential walk.
And the Russian SOS calms down,
Like a sunken submarine.
A greedy brood of gentlemen
It flows gluttonous saliva.
And the people are Cinderella
The oligarchic system.
The medal is a tinkling bryak.
And the proud profile of the suite.
And the honor of the uniform, like a colander,
Pierced for rewards.
Sorry, St. George Hall,
Our victory is tired.
And who swore allegiance to the Fatherland,
Today serves capital.

Leonid Korniolov.
12/27/16